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Spring paints so many shades and hues of green I swear she's Erin born dancing mad till lazy Summer's sun she's gone before she's e'er begun the aftertaste of her laughing taunting teasing fling makes winter's long cold torture easy on my soul of souls pipes and strings and songs to sing she greenly springs on eire

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