Hums an April breeze, I love you Echo the hills! I love you The golden dawn agrees, As once more she sees, Daffodils! It's spring again, And birds on the wing again, Start to sing again, The old melodies! I love you, That's the Song of Songs, And it all belongs, To you and me.
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