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Springtime
The melody of the
Singing birds,
Whether of sorrow
Or of sin,
The blinding lantern
Of morning,
The light we all
Are in.
The sweetened scent
Of blossoms,
The flowers being...
Singing birds,
Whether of sorrow
Or of sin,
The blinding lantern
Of morning,
The light we all
Are in.
The sweetened scent
Of blossoms,
The flowers being...
