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My Own Spring

When spring arrives, blossoms leap to sight
When he comes, the bothersome fly, Who pricks the rose and makes her cry
A droplet of nectar, wonderful aroma spread
Cool and warm winds rush by,
how they murmur truths and lies
Of the cluster of black berries,
so sweet and plump,
The nightshade berries
Hence your heart grow numb

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