It's like when
you're walking in the Spring,
and your feet brush past the dried winter grasses
and sink into leftover remnants of snow patches
and then you spot
Yellowbells
and hear the first lyrics of the
Meadowlarks
and the promise of new life.
you're walking in the Spring,
and your feet brush past the dried winter grasses
and sink into leftover remnants of snow patches
and then you spot
Yellowbells
and hear the first lyrics of the
Meadowlarks
and the promise of new life.
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