Forging past winter,
breaking the yawn at once
Here's the blue blossom,
here the song of oriole
Babble of the brook
high up in mountain
couldn't wait to flow
past the thawed snow
And the Sun,
otherwise punctual,
dawdling past eventide
Night need wait longer
Uncared for the glum
I'm used to wear
like the skin
I couldn't moult
The shameless Spring
is finally here
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