I hear the sound of
birds singing their song
flowers start to bloom
its springtime
and summer
is coming soon
the morning comes
and the grass is
wet with dew
I see the sun
as it begins to shine
its springtime and
summer
is coming soon
watching lovers
as they walk
they remind me
of us
when we were young
its springtime
and summer
is coming soonlove
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