To love and spring an ode I sing.
To youth, and youth at heart, and smiles
To joy! I lift my goblet, let us drink!
To you -- and all your charming wiles.
My sister, you and I, as different as the world
me: spring - with thunder, lightning, and snow.
You, dear "All", will never grow old
a brook of laughter, where I weep and pine
I spur my soul on to greater depths,
to find meaning in this world of ours
I look at you and see your joys. Regrets -
they fall from you, like petals fall from flowers...
Let’s drink to spring, to life, to poesy!
A song of loving hearts, a bottle of red wine -
communion of souls in loving harmony
A melody of spring, bright, verdant, and divine.
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