Springing in the spring,
Flickering the wings
Skip the jocund bay.
There atop, from where thy flows
Heavens have mated
Rush, with a gush
Sweeps the boundaries of bay,
That jocund bay
Where wings flickered.
For another spring
For another deluge.
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