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Spring WILL Come!

 When the days seem oh, so dark and dreary

And it's difficult to not feel old and weary

When the daylight seems at best so bleary

And the short, dark days have you feeling teary

Remember Spring will come soon, deary

And make us all feel oh, so cheery!


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