Springtime grows in tiny flowers,
little leaves and ivy bowers.
The air grows free and fresh and bright,
while lovers talk and walk in the night.
Bees will buzz, and birds will sing,
while schoolchildren run by whistling.
Then summer will come, drive us all indoors
enchanting or frightening with blowsy storms.
But while the season is here, let's make it last,
and spend all our time in the present, not in the past.
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