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A Springtime Breeze is in the air,
It blows its warm soft kiss.
To each and every living thing,
Not a creature or flower missed.
A hint of perfume in its breath,
Moist dew upon its lips.
A welcome smile upon the land,
From the touch of its fingertips.
It pushes fluffy clouds along,
In brilliant blue soaked skies.
And brings the flowers needed rain,
To bloom before our eyes.
And somehow reaches into hearts,
Where love will also spring.
And whispers words so sweet and soft,
As lovers dreams take wing.
With borrowed breaths of springtime warmth,
Springs passion rises high.
As birds and beasts and me and you.
Reach to touch the sky.
A world around and deep inside,
Will flower and bloom again.
No matter winters cold may fight.
The Spring Time Breezes win.
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