Spring
What shall the winds, of the Ides of March bring
shall it be the scent of a warm summer love,
or a Red Robin, how sweetly she sings
Shall I see a flock, of white Turtle Doves
These are the wonders that come with the Spring,
Or shall the cold snow still fall from above
Mother Nature's the only one who knows
if April showers, the May flowers grow
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