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The cool grass tickles your bare legs, the air smells fresh and sweet. Blossoms everywhere, red, purple, yellow. How beautiful it is, your carefree laugh, the gentle tug around your mouth. Warm light on your skin. Adieu tristesse. Oh, this freedom! Bold dreams. Everything is possible, everything is light as a feather. Come, take my hand, hold me tight, go away with me! Spring days are the most beautiful days, everything is sprouting. The taste of the sun on your lips. You, me, us. Let's run, play, romp. Together we are never alone.