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spring is singing 
so many scented 
hear it in hearts 
palm of your hand – 
spring 
there's not a road to rush by 
but knows 
spring is the singing 
now and then a sky speaks thunder 
why wouldn't you if you could?
spring and the garden is asking us in 
which is to say out among flowers 
and all the green risen to joy in is
sin
as rudely as our health allows 
spring and that's why climbed on to
each other 
and wrestle you for whatever it is 
all glade
till dark 
track to track climbing 
runs spring 
leaf larger than life 
spring is the firstness in song and so 
in all steps we take 
blind
all in the wish to love 
addles the wits 
this spring 
where I'm the alien landed 
must have been before 
it won't matter 
tear out the infidel heart 
hold it high 
here we are in the season
as wished
no one is responsible 
I dream it 
sniff my way there 
among the littlest 
and the least 
I hear the song of spring 
 
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