It is four days til spring;
Already the sun has strength to it
(The rain is quite indignant)
Summer was a lifetime ago
And you are half a world away
In the autumn gloom you faded
I lost you to the winter chill
But it is almost spring, now
And my heart is full of wildflowers
In your tampering, I was tempered;
I bury my childhood with you.
One day, when you are an old man
You will think of summer
But I always dream of spring.
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