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Bluets are blooming and spring’s in the air.
Bright little violets sprinkled everywhere.
A green carpet of grass spreads over the earth,
While blossoms on bushes speak of new birth.
Blue sky, soft breezes, air filled with birdsong,
This is the season to which I belong.
Dark gray of wintertime passes away,
Colors of springtime now brighten my day.
Red branches of maples framed by the blue sky,
And brilliant forsythia both testify
Of a Creator who loves colors bright,
And splashes them round within my eyesight.
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