The spring is here and I don't trust it not one bit
Too many yellow flowers all around
I can feel their yearning with beauty that is turning
Into something that will let me down
The spring is here and I don't trust it not one bit
Like prodigies who do things I can't do
Astonishing and shiny I'll say that they won't last
And then be disappointed if it's true
You don't say anything at all
But maybe you will call next year
The spring is here and I don't trust it not one bit
Like someone who is telling me to smile
Its humor is effusive by summertime intrusive
But only by September worth my while
You don't say anything at all
But maybe you will call next year
The spring is here and I don't trust it not one bit
Just seems a bit too pleasant to be true
Through summer I'll be reading tales of its receding
And wait for it to catch up with my mood
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