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Showers and sunshine bring, Slowly, the deepening verdure o'er the earth To put their foliage out, the woods are slack, And one by one the singing-birds come back.

William C. Bryant

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William C. Bryant
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Woods
Verdure
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Slack
Spring
Deepening
Singing
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Bring
Showers
Earth
Sunshine
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