The forest rustled with the leaves
The river murmured with the waves
The wind did whisper as the thief
The rain drops echoed in the caves
Spring, spring, spring, spring
And only man didn’t notice anything
He was too busy writing book
His book about many, many things
About what? Let’s take a look
How forest rustled with the leaves
How river murmured with the waves
How wind did whisper as the thief
How rain drops echoed in the caves
Spring, spring, spring, spring
Dreams of spring
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