Arrives on the land, the grand spring.
Rises up garnished, my pretty garden.
Earth looks pretty, in the cute clothing.
Arrives on the land, the grand spring.
Hover on flowers, black bees; and sing.
Queen of exquisiteness’s the warden.
Arrives on the land, the grand spring.
Arrives on the land, the grand spring.
Rises up garnished, my pretty garden.
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