Spring, In its pretty time, Tops all other seasons With its pretty time, With its wonderful flowers An fragrant roses, With all birds coming to it Including the pretty swallows, With all pretty anemones spreading On hills and on the creeks' banks, With all peasants strolling in the Green fields with their baskets, With a lot of things spreading Here and there for a new life, Everyone and everything are over there Waiting for a new birth in nature, Love is over there with everyone and Everything, so For all reasons seen or unseen This is the Spring I love.
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