Fool Messages
61. When april scatters charms of primrose gold among the copper leaves in thickets old and singing skylarks from the meadows rise to twinkle like black stars in sunny skies when i can hear the small woodpecker ring time on a tree for all the birds that sing and hear the pleasant cuckoo loud and long the simple bird that thinks two notes a song62. One swallow does not make a spring nor does one fine day
63. Science has never drummed up quite as effective a tranquilizing agent as a sunny spring day
64. Dirty days hath september april june and november from january up to may the rain it raineth every day all the rest have thirtyone without a blessed gleam of sun and if any of them had twoandthirty theyd be just as wet and twice as dirty
65. Cherry blossoms cherry blossoms on mountains in villages as far as you can see they look like fog or clouds they are fragrant in the morning sun cherry blossoms cherry blossoms in full bloom
66. Sakura sakura noyamamo satomo miwatasu kagiri kasumika kumoka asahini niou sakura sakura hanazakari
67. Are we to look at cherry blossoms only in full bloom the moon only when it is cloudless to long for the moon while looking on the rain to lower the blinds and be unaware of the passing of the spring these are even more deeply moving branches about to blossom or gardens strewn with flowers are worthier of our admiration
68. Spring the sweet spring is the years pleasant king then blooms each thing then maids dance in a ring cold doth not sting the pretty birds do sing cuckoo jugjug puwe towittawoo the palm and may make country houses gay lambs frisk and play the shepherds pipe all day and we hear aye birds tune this merry lay cuckoo jugjug puwe towittawoo the fields breathe sweet the daisies kiss our feet young lovers meet old wives asunning sit in every street these tunes our ears do greet cuckoo jugjug puwe towittawoo spring the sweet spring
69. From you have i been absent in the spring when proudpied april dressd in all his trim hath put a spirit of youth in every thing that heavy saturn laughd and leapd with him yet nor the lays of birds nor the sweet smell of different flowers in odour and in hue could make me any summers story tell or from their proud lap pluck them where they grew nor did i wonder at the lilys white nor praise the deep vermilion in the rose they were but sweet but figures of delight drawn after you you pattern of all those yet seemd it winter still and you away as with your shadow i with these did play
70. Courage is not the towering oak that sees storms come and go it is the fragile blossom that opens in the snow
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