| «sweet spring is your
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| Time is my time is our
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| Time for springtime is lovetime
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| And viva sweet love
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| (all the merry little birds are
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| Flying in the floating in the
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| Very spirits singing in
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| Are winging in the blossoming)
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| Lovers go and lovers come
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| Awandering awondering
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| But any two are perfectly
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| Alone there’s nobody else alive
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| (such a sky and such a sun
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| I never knew and neither did you
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| And everybody never breathed
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| Quite so many kinds of yes)
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| Not a tree can count his leaves
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| Each herself by opening
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| But shining who by thousands mean
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| Only one amazing thing
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| (secretly adoring shyly
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| Tiny winging darting floating
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| Merry in the blossoming
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| Always joyful selves are singing)
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| Sweet spring is your
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| Time is my time is our
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| Time for springtime is lovetime
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| And viva sweet love" |