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SPRING

Spring has come, the birds greet it festivelt with a cheerful song; And with the breath of gentle breezes springs trickle with a pleasant murmur. Lightening and thunder, elected to announce it, come and cover the air with a black cloak. Once they are quiet, the birds return to their enchanting song. Then on the pleasant, flowering meadow a goatherd with his faithful dog at his side sleeps to the sweet murmur of the foliage and plants. To the festive sound of rustic bagpipes, nymphs and shepherds dance under the beloved canopy at the brilliant appearance of spring.