Spring Come
I need you
I am tired of the cold weather
I am old like a wash cloth
My face is white like cottage cheese
I am fading away
Lost in my own world
So selfish
I want more each day
Spring come
Spring come
I need you now
I can’t wait anymore for you
Hurry and come
No birds singing any more
Without those songs I am sad
I depend of your songs birds
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