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Once there was a thing called spring |
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When the world was writing verses like yours and mine |
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All the boys and girls would sing |
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As we sat at little tables and drank |
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May wineNow |
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April, May and |
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June seem sadly out of tune |
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Life has stuck a pin in the balloon |
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Spring is here, why doesn't my heart go dancing? |
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Spring is here, why isn't the waltz entrancing? |
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No desire, no ambition leads me |
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Maybe it's because nobody needs me |
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Spring is here, why doesn't the breeze delight me? |
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Stars appear, why doesn't the night invite me? |
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Maybe it's because nobody loves me |
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Spring is here, spring is here, spring is here, |
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I hear |
