'Spring' 'Flower' 'Warmer'

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Fly little birdie, fly and sing, Tell all your neighbors, “It’s time for spring!” The trees are budding, flowers are blooming, Fly little birdie, fly and sing,
A bit of life in the shadow of white Despite the delight of this winter night The cold must go free into a sea of green The warm will swarm
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