Spring blossoms and soft fragrant love,
Gently seeps into hearts to steal,
As it beats fast in a cartwheel,
And all malice given a shove,
Melody and love hand in glove,
Tranquil wisps blow away the gloom,
Passions roared in the narrow flume,
Splashing an array of hues bright,
Leaving one rapt in pale moonlight,
With a desire to prance and plume.
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