It's cold outside, but It's March, I feel Winter, but It's March here, People wear Winter's Clothes again, but It's March, I feel cold outside Because this is the way, Winter shakes hands With us in a different form, We all love Winter, but We want Spring, March is not always pretty Because it behaves Like a cruel monster, Yesterday some hailstones Fell on the ground, It rained last night Downpour, Life is pretty, but Nature is sometimes crazy, Trees are still waiting For Spring to come, It's a little bit cold around, It's cloudy and There is no sunny day today, so Winter makes a sudden visit To our presence.
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