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Seeing the winter fade, And the spring being made, The vast white sea, Melting to brown and turning to green.

The pretty birds fly out, Happily singing without a doubt,

Spring has come and flowers are blooming, Nothing is gloomy after a long winter nap.

Spring has sprung, Now the rain comes, Crying it winter tears to rejuvenate the Earth, To create new life again.

Kyle Phillips

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