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The sun shines bright in a watercolored sky.
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The birds begin to sing.
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The flowers bloom. The grass turns green.\t
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Our favorite time of year is spring.\t
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Sometimes it seems the snow may never go,
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and the clouds will always hide the sun.\t
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Where are the leaves to decorate the trees?
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We want to play and run.\t
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This time each year,\t\t
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it starts to feel we’ll never hear the bluebirds sing.
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We just can’t wait. It’s going to be so great.\t\t
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Our favorite time of year is spring.