Today, the leaves grow back again
Despite it all, this spring awakens
A battered clock rests on a chain
A broken promise in the making.
A groggy grass-blade stretches up
Its snowy blanket has just melted
This march sunlight is barely enough
But both us and the green have to make it.
Think I heard autumn grass cheer for us in the dark,
When it saw our first kiss on the park bench
Take my hand then, my love, we will march to the park:
I just have to, I have to update it.
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