For the promise of Spring, the awakening of our grey, winter lives,
for reminding us of life outside of our own
where the sun shines above the clouds
and new birth is just budding beneath the cold.
and new birth is just budding beneath the cold.
For your sweet, varied melodies that sing to the dawn
and bring hope of a new, brighter day.
and bring hope of a new, brighter day.
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