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Yours arms feel new as growing grass The first No-Sweeter sun, Your legs feel light as rising air You have to run turn a thousand cartwheels round And sing dizzy with the giddy sun Of spring.
Yours arms feel new as growing grass The first No-Sweeter sun, Your legs feel light as rising air You have to run turn a thousand cartwheels round And sing dizzy with the giddy sun Of spring.