It's not just the first bees drunkenly swaying
Through the first flowers brazenly splaying
There's something in the air
There's a warmth on the wind
You can feel your skin gently glowing
You can hear the plants greedily growing
There's a warmth on the wind
Spring! The birds cry
Spring! The blue sky
Spring! The branches creak
Spring! The earth speaks
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