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I believe you are spring

There is no drought everywhere

I don't fade

Grassy hope

If you cut it, it will grow a new head

Seed-like minds

When it dries up, it will sprout buds

Branch-like life

If it is disconnected, it will be resurrected

Not because I'm surrounded by thistles

Not because I'm in a dark crevice of the stone

As long as there is rain and dew

As in the light

Whether it's in the Fertile Soil

No matter how long

Tell them

I don't just want to give birth

And born beautifully

Because you are spring

"The Song of Things" poem, additional prose You are spring is in the hand, please wait a moment,

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