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In springtime green the grasses grow
the rain falls soft, the rivers flow
the farmer starts his seed to sow
and life begins both high and low
The little creatures stir and wake
life starts anew in brook and lake
the song of bird by day is heard
though turtle utters not a word
The frog song nightly rising high
to fill the space twixt eath and sky
as with the morning sun at dawn,
the seasons' round goes on and on.
