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Spring is here I can hardly wait
I love to see the blue sky and lake.
And when I see dark thunder below
I go out and get wet, thatís what I know.
Fire may start when lightning flashes
The people go inside in batches.
April, March and May are months of spring
And the wind is blowing in a perfect ring.
Water falls and thatís called rain
And some animals could be in pain
I see the moon but I donít weep
I know itís time to go to sleep.