Stopping by the Spring Forest

Like a bird I'll fly free,

I'll stop at a tree,

I won't stay too long,

I'll have to move on.

 

In a spring forest I know I should not be,

Where beautiful flowers bloom,

And butterflies roam free,

Such a lovely sight to see.

 

The spring forest so calm and relaxed,

But I cannot stay,

There is much to do,

Before the clock strikes midnight,

Before the clock strikes midnight.

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