See how every bud is swelling
Filled with secret power, welling
From an unseen source
The selfsame origin of the force
That animates our wildest dreams
And Nature bursting at the seams
Exult, exult, for spring is here
And perfect love casteth out all fear
And yet, my love, behold the moon
Our summer dream will end too soon.
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