The little faces of the spring
That cheer my winter heartAssure me that the rains will end
And summer time will start.
I love the cool, grey winter skies,
The dark days washed in rain,
But I am glad to see the sun
When springtime comes again.
So I watch faithfully to see
The first bright blooms of spring
For with them comes all of the warmth
The summer sun can bring.
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