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Come outside and open your eyes
You’ll know spring is here,
Not because of the blue skies
But because of the flowers in her hair
The season's first blooms bravely peeping
Bringing the promise of wealth and luck
Along with the grass, it’s no longer sleeping
With petals the color of a freshly hatched duck
With its petals seeped into lore
The maiden fair weaves a crown
To deliver to her beau next door
Hoping he notices her new gown
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