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Shii, Listen! Did you hear that sound? Place your finger across your lips and listen carefully to what is going around.

It is enigmatic, and sensational, can you feel it? It has aroused my spirit and spread warmth over my flesh, it is moving over the skies and the radiant butterflies began to fly; they are multiplying in the grass with assorted colors that lifts up the sky, they have raided the trees with a solemn message for thee.

Stretch out your hands and take a deep breath, let the stagnant air absorb in the atmosphere for spring is here. Take a good look at the trees, and spot the foliage swaying in the breeze, the bees are buzzing around, and something is about to unfold on the limb in this breathless town.

 Beethoven has composed the perfect rhythm, and the universe is humming the same tune, so make a wish underneath the tree and the beauty of spring will sustain thee.

It is the dawn of a new day, and the multitude is going away, the universe has given me another chance to sing and saturate my mind in the paradise of Spring, I cannot phantom it, I cannot explain it, it is so deep, and it will make you weep.

 I will swing from limb to limb and journey with you to the Eiffel tower and there you can unleash your age-old sorrows and rebuild your career for a better tomorrow.

Look at the petals on the trees, they are carrying a great symbol for thee. They are coming out this spring without the bible and the hymn, but courage will lead them on to gallivant on Paris 2024 Olympic lawn.

The petals are opening one by one, and they are all singing the same song, the weak ones, the strong ones, the shy ones the secretive ones and the vulnerable are coming out, and the universe will shout together towards the sea and their spirit will celebrate with glee.

 Look at the branches above you and absorb the fragrance around you, observe the secrets of nature giving birth to spring and listen to the marigold when it starts to sing.

Can you feel it, open your heart and receive it. Let the passion of spring flow in your chest and the memory of old collide with your breast, the agony of last year’s spring is still lurking at the door, take a deep breath and crush it on the floor.

Walk with me to the bridge and watch spring climbing up the hill, come with me to the park and let’s hold hands and walk around in the dark. 

Turn on the lights in the city and your countenance will be happy, the women are free, and they will lead you for a thousand years into your destiny. We are going on a journey, It is spring!
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