O Spring, O Life, where art thou?
Everywhere I look, new-born life:
flowers are singing, birds dancing,
while squirrels play away the day--
But there still is death in the air,
an ugly, cold-hearted killer too
tiny to see but big enough to
lay waste to mighty nations--
none are invincible, no army, no
air force, no navy can resist--
This murderer has only one...
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