Spring, where are you?
can you get here at last?
my heart is dying,
so get here real fast.
the color you bring and the bright shiny faces,
the spontaneous adventures in unique new places.
spring is my favorite time of the year,
so why do you hide your glorious weather my dear?
so many anticipate your beautiful state,
so hurry up and get here, why make us wait?
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