Winter kisses the land its final goodbye,
As it prepares to sleep but never to die,
Spring is born to shed sweet light,
Flowers are blooming and birds are in flight,
The days are warm with gentle breezes,
The deer will play and frolic as it pleases,
The rainbows, the beauty, the babies that are born,
Nature is singing while the water turns warm.

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