I wouldn't hear a word against the spring Whatever it decides is right with me Say different and you'll have to fight with me I wouldn't change a thing about the spring I wouldn't have it any other way However many trees may claw the air Collapsing under what they have to bear I say Hooray for the darling buds of May From where I'm standing the swaggering season Has rules of its own and needs no reason For working in the old fixed forms The nth revival of last year's fashions Last year's decor and last year's passions Looks right in the light of the function it performs It's a circus with an old familiar ring Whenever it's come back to town I've found That it suits me from the sky down to the ground I see it every time it comes around I wouldn't hear a word against the spring
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