Spring.
I looked at the clock it was early morn
I felt that my heart was full of scorn
The winter gloom had hold of me
I felt the pain all over me
But then I opened up the door
The wind blew strong from all about
and through me to the floor
The feeling now was not of pain
But one of joy and life again
The April wind though hard did blow
had healed my winter heart of cold.
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