| Spring came far too early this year:
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| May flowers blooming in February.
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| Should I be sad for the months,
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| Or glad for the sky?
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| The birds don’t know which way to sing and, my friends,
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| Neither do I.
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| Two days ago, a girl I truly thought I loved
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| Suddenly didn’t seem to matter at all.
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| Should I sing sad farewell to things
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| I’m really glad I’ve left behind?
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| The birds don’t know which way to sing and, my friends,
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| Neither do I.
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| In another day, heavy snow will lie upon the ground,
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| And buds prematurely bloom shall fail;
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| And every creature living now, then will
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| Surely die…
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| The birds don’t know which way to sing and, my friends,
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| Neither do I.
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| The birds don’t know if it’s time yet to fly,
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| And they don’t know which way to go and, my friend,
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| Neither do I.
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| Neither do I.
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| Neither do I.
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| Neither do I. |