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Now the Spring is waking,

   Very shy as yet,

Busy mending, making

   Grass and violet.

Frowsy Winter’s over:

   See the budding lane!

Go and meet your lover:

   Spring is here again!

Every day is longer

   Than the day before;

Lambs are whiter, stronger,

   Birds sing more and more;

Woods are less than shady,

   Griefs are more than vain—

Go and kiss your lady:

   Spring is here again!