| The sun is shining where clouds have been
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| Maybe it’s something to do with spring!
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| I feel no older than seventeen
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| Maybe it’s something to do with spring!
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| A feeling I can’t express
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| A sort of lilt in the air
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| A lyrical loveliness
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| Seems everywhere, there!
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| That cow resembles a rural dean
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| Maybe it’s something to do with spring!
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| The Spring is here, dear
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| Oh dear, oh dear, dear!
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| Can’t you see
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| The simply agonising sheen
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| On every angry little tree?
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| You must admit it’s rather fun
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| To think that every single thing
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| That nature ever does is over done!
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| You see exactly what I mean;
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| It all looks far too clean
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| A badly painted scene
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| The grass is far too green!
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| Perhaps there’s something we have missed
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| I never could have kissed
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| A sentimentalist!
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| Still, there’s something in the atmosphere
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| A sort of something, dear
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| That makes me happy, dear
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| The sun is shining where clouds have been
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| Maybe it’s something to do with spring!
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| I feel no older than seventeen
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| Maybe it’s something to do with spring!
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| A feeling I can’t express
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| A sort of lilt in the air
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| A lyrical loveliness
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| Seems everywhere, there!
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| That sheep’s expression is quite obscene
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| Maybe it’s something to do with spring! |