For variable Spring you started growing too quickly
You were too eager
You were too impulsive
Turn that frown upside down!
You have space to grow
THERE ART THOU HAPPY!
You're making it against all odds
THERE ART THOU HAPPY!
You start the spring as the only
bright thing in a brown world
THERE ART THOU HAPPY!
Poor you
Now get up
Go to
Have heart
The sun will come to melt the snow
THERE ART THOU HAPPY.
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