(Clears throat)
Oh Spring, bringer of life
How I hate thee
With both of my watery eyes
I curse each blossoming tree
With my nose which runs like a river
I despise thy flowers in bloom
Due to thy lack of mercy
I may never be able to leave my room
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(Clears throat)
Oh Spring, bringer of life
How I hate thee
With both of my watery eyes
I curse each blossoming tree
With my nose which runs like a river
I despise thy flowers in bloom
Due to thy lack of mercy
I may never be able to leave my room