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Let the little birds sing;
Let the little lambs play;
Spring is here; and so 'tis spring;
But not in the old way!

I recall a place
Where plum-tree grew;
There you lifted up your face,
And blossoms covered you.

If the little birds sing,
And the little lambs play,
Spring is here; and so 'tis spring-

But not in the old way!

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