Here she comes
laughter in her kiss.
Here she comes
shame upon her lips.
Come wanton spring,
come for birth you live.
Youth takes its bow before the summer the seasons bring.
Here she comes
Here she comes
the indian wind along the telegraph lines
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Here she comes
Here she comes
laughter in her kiss.
Here she comes
shame upon her lips.
Come wanton spring,
come for birth you live.
Youth takes its bow before the summer the seasons bring.