Sweet spring came
With a stick
And uttered
So many words
But see me
I am a fool
I could not
Understand A B C.
Sweet spring came
And it was not
Anyone's fault.
And to explain
Everything in details
I am not fond of salt.
With sweet things
Came the spring
And told us
With bitter meaning.
All days we felt
Rough roads and
We measured our own
Strength.
All I understood
Not the truth
That's all for you.
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