The first spring gliding
through the woods of velvet
wanderer still
and the road moving
The second spring falling
down the rough face of the gorge
ropes of hope
cut and uncut
The third spring diving
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The first spring gliding
through the woods of velvet
wanderer still
and the road moving
The second spring falling
down the rough face of the gorge
ropes of hope
cut and uncut
The third spring diving