March gave birth to me
Spring-stubbing girl child.
Gave the arms of the mother country,
gave my hand a scepter of words.
Control yourself, be gentle
lamented my mother pleading.
I always wake up in the spring
dormancy, I'll put the spring streams
flow. dig with a shovel
the sun, when the
courtyard begins to leak.
It has always been portion,
and will be long.
Yet when me arrives last spring,
yet even then I'll
in the spring with a strong grip
closed life.
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