In the spring, at the end of the day, you should smell like dirt.
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In the spring, at the end of the day, you should smell like dirt.
Let the rain sing you a lullaby.
Is the spring coming?" he said. "What is it like?"... "It is the sun shining on the rain and the rain falling on the sunshine.
April is the cruelest month, breeding lilacs out of the dead land, mixing memory and desire, stirring dull roots with spring rain.
To be interested in the changing seasons is a happier state of mind than to be hopelessly in love with spring.
Spring rain leaking through the roof dripping from the wasps' nest.
My heart is in a world of water and crystal, My clothes are damp in this time of spring rains.
In the spring rain, The pond and the river Have become one.
For lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone; the flowers appear on the earth; the time of the singing of birds is come, and the voice of the turtledove is heard in our land.
For winter's rains and ruins are over, And all the season of snows and sins; The days dividing lover and lover, The light that loses, the night that wins; And time remembered isgrief forgotten, And frosts are slain and flowers begotten, And in green underwood and cover Blossom by blossom the spring begins.
Let the rain kiss you. Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops. Let the rain sing you a lullaby.
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