I heard the spring songs call to me on the wind.
I heard the spring songs, they told me all my sins.
I heard the spring songs as they danced and were wed,
I heard the spring songs in my echoing head.
I heard the spring songs as they tore me in two,
I heard the spring songs as my skin became blue.
I heard the spring songs as they left me once more,
I heard the spring songs as they went out the door.
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