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Springtime in the City
Gentle rain in the city street,
Soothes the soul like a treat.
Grassy hues are seen afar,
But up close, there's nothing to mar.
Springtime is the best of year,
Smoke trees and willows, oh so dear.
The city's filled with their delight,
A wondrous and captivating sight.
Don't say the officials are too old,
With youthful hearts, they're quite bold.
I urge you to go to the river bend,
The willow's green, will never end. |
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wondrous |
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extremely and surprisingly good |
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