When eyes of trees behold the splendor of spring
And words from the sky on leaves begin to roll
I see the boughs hold each other and sing
While the trees lean down to the spring's soul
How beautiful the rain covers the leaves
Glittering brightly something no one believes
Or the touching strain of the hopping birds above
What a moment filling my heart with love
And when I hear their humble lay
It means that the Sun is rising
So all the trees dance feeling gay
How pretty is this life, Am I realizing!
But when spring prepares to leave
It's a feeling that doesn't mean to deceive
And melancholy I look at the trees with fears
Now, it's no longer raindrops, it's drops of tears...
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