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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