The Spring Bird
The Spring Bird sprightly came
And
The Spring Bird sprightly
Passed:
It left the scorching days
And
Burning waters
And
Boiling of the feelings in the Soul
Too
Too the Seasons pass
The days pass
And weeks
And months
And hours
and
The Spring Bird
The Spring Bird sprightly came
And
The Spring Bird sprightly
Passed:
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