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When snowdrops melt away
and daffodils trump out loud;
a new spring has begun.
When green mist lies low upon ploughed lands,
we wait,
then,
the first swallow to swoop.
When skylark soars high,
and golden hedgerows blaze;
a new spring had begun.
When morning mist clears upon warming sun,
we wait,
then,
the cuckoo to call.
When goldfinch squabble,
and primrose brightly shine;
a new spring is well upon.
When morning dew sprinkles diamonds,
we no longer wait,
then,
summer’s soon due.
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