Why reveal myself,
to the breath of spring?
Why reveal myself
On my forehead I feel your caresses,
and yet very close is the time
storms and sadness!
Why wake me up,
to the breath of spring?
Tomorrow in the valley
the traveler will come
remembering my first glory.
And his eyes in vain
will seek my splendor.
They will find nothing left but mourning
and misery! Hey1as!
Why reveal myself,
to the breath of spring?

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