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 A 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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