Merry is the sky
Merrier the wind
That sings softly
In this spring
Spring it is, my dear
The season of Kings
While the river is mild
Flowing gently by
And through it all
Flowers swing
In this sweet spring's breeze
Joyous is my heart
For a season
As beautiful as spring
And My dear
My heart is glowing
And you must be singing
For it is
But spring
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