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| Winter fin'ly cedes to spring, Which can hope and promise bring. Blossoms fragrant reappear At this happy time of year. If the years have had their toll We can now restore our soul. Winter heaving lost its zing, Like the birds, we now can sing Grateful songs to God on high Who will keep us high and dry. We will show our happiness To our friends who suffer stress. | ||
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