The spring is coming
In colors play
The seeds are blooming
The days are new
On the roads ahead
And so are you
My sweet rose’s red
So much to give
The joys of awaking
In day‘s light live
The moments are making
Those feelings are fine
In the day of light
Plenty of sunshine
After darkish night
So much to feel
In April’s fresh touch
Before spring comes real
In flowers hue torch
The days are new
So freshly prepared
Each moment is true
And beautifully cared
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