How nice it is to be spring breeze
Caressing over budding leaves
Blowing over wooded hillAnd under hollow never still
How nice it is to fly through grassAnd pick dandelions while I pass
And spread them all throughout the field.
Oh and nice it is to blow through hair
And carry birds on the air
Then skip and dance on water top
No, I'd never want to stop
Being the spring breeze.
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