Lady Of Spring

The scent of the air when spring blooms
While the bold snow has melted away gently and quietly
Maybe out of respect; as it seems so
For even the wind changes its course too,
From time to time, although with little warning given
But that's the way things were designed

Yet the woman of spring would never fail
Her sacred gentle kiss,
Would sweep away all my doubts in an instant
O my mystery woman,
Whom I've given my heart to
And whose whispers would caress my carefree ears in the dead still of the night
O my lady,
Now I'm all set
Take my hand
And take me to the stars
For once, let me shine like a diamond,
Amongst the stars in the sky

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