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If there comes a little thaw Still the air is chill and raw Here and there a patch of snow Dirtier than the ground below Dribbles down a marshy flood Ankle-deep you stick in mud In the meadows while you sing “This is Spring.”
If there comes a little thaw Still the air is chill and raw Here and there a patch of snow Dirtier than the ground below Dribbles down a marshy flood Ankle-deep you stick in mud In the meadows while you sing “This is Spring.”
