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Sweet the air

Tiny flowers, songs in violet shades played, ringing round oaks

spilling on the mossy lawn

Songs of birds swirled sweet the air

and flew the cold of winter’s caging, gone the snowdrops melting

Sunny – yellow willow, ever graceful

flowing breezy, leafy vines

sing soft of life, sweet the air

of your budding time

Tomorrow’s path of hyacinth will bloom

to light the days, sweeping fragrantly all the hours of moon

tulips of apeldoorn bursting red, in a field of Spring, how sweet the air

soon far off in scented hills of green

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