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The year was at its very Spring, A dawning glory filled the air; So marvelous, it seemed to bring A sense of something strange and fair.
Slowly along the blossomed lane, Strolled, wondering, a girl and boy, Happy, -- yet powerless to explain Whence came this new and mystic joy.