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Clovers, clovers everywhere
The smell of rain and roses in the air,
Spring has come upon us in the most splendid of ways,
Greens, pinks, yellows- the most loveliest pastels, fill the meadows with beauty and care.
Spiderweb strands in the trees, glittering like gold in the sunlight.
The most charming of things to see.
Far away, deep in the meadows is the sound of stomping feet to loud music,
The sounds of the Irish Jig-
The leprechauns singing and dancing in joy.
They can be heard, but if seen you have quite the bit of luck of all.
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