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Ah , the spring is here,
I need not search
in the almanac,
to know
when the spring is here ;
She came one morning,
through the window,
and on my face , I felt
the fragrance of her breath ;
And in my ears,
she whispered a tune,
so sweet and full of life ;
When I opened my eyes,
against a light blue sky,
I found a cuckoo,
perched on a yet leafless branch ;
Now I know
the spring is here,
to gently touch
where it hurts me most
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Lawrence
19 April 1957
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