Spring might come one day.

Behold the white fields,

The crows that hover wide,

The surly faces hurrying past.

Spring is nigh.

Beneath the hoary shroud

Lie thousand treasures hidden.

Spring might come one day.

Await in silence the marvels of a new sun on a new earth.

Your joy will be the joy of the world.

A smile on every face will be your solace.

Spring is not in May,

Spring is yours to take and for all to see in ourselves concealed.

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