Glance out my window,
A bird softly sings.
The sweet smell of grass,
Reminds me of spring.
Trees gently swaying,
In the playful breeze.
A couple walks by,
Their feelings at ease.
My teacher then calls,
"Sortez vos devoirs".
But that little glance
Showed how close we are.
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