Life Spring

Is there anything more precious than the dawn of spring
The flowers as they bloom
The birds as they sing
The joy that such a lovely day brings
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There was however one such sight
The love of my life
On that lovely spring night
She excelled in beauty
All of those things

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While watching all these early buds and swallows,

I can feel tonight

that my heart's slowly growing over

sorrows as someone's horizon on smiley days might

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that it's getting bigger like all plants around

and light as a feather,

and that all happiness that's above the ground

and a Hell of pain wouldn't really matter

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It's longing for all things that a life as such

could give nice to thy,

and completely nothing wouldn't be too much

its eager desire and hopes are so high.

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Everything that's happened has been just a play

of my heart on fire

my true love has never been given away

as much as I could and as I desire

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There are, in my deeps, gentle tides of words

never let outside

I could give my heart to everyone on worlds,

yet, it would remain a lot of it inside.