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I look up at the blue sky.
I can see with my eye.
There's no snow anymore on the ground.
There's a lot of joy to be found.
Birds build their nests. A part I like the best.
This boy heart's heart filled with joy.
They have returned from the sourh, put food into their mouth.
For so long, I have yearned for their return.
A lot of joy for every girl. A lot of joy for every boy.
I listen to the birds as the sing.
A song that seems to ring across the sky.
The warmer weather is taking hold.
Is it cold any longer? No.