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The spring is here... The life is beating in the trees
And the sky, like a garment, is so close to you...
Light, like a flag, is moving on the wall
Through young, poem-whispering branches.

The spring is here... I feel the grass outside
Covering the earth, like a kiss
And through the eyes I see the whole world
And the city opening green eyes under the blue.

The spring is here... From a handful of seeds,
She made sun and woodland light.
Solitude is no longer a burden,
Now, that the trees are chanting of the sky
And heaven flows in hearts torn asunder


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