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pringtime's here, finally
Corpses floating in the sea
The sun is shining on the three
Hanging children in the tree

In the stomach, butterflies
Along with maggots and dead mice
I hate that spring doesn't come twice
'Cause bloated bodies smell so nice

I've waited for a year
Gorespring!
Said to everyone
Gorespring!
I cried when I lived
Gorespring!
Had fun when I died

In the sun, down on the shore
Families dine on some gore
Springtime joy, let's have more
Maybe a another lovely whore

I've waited for a year
Gorespring!
Said to everyone
Gorespring!
I cried when I lived
Gorespring!
Had fun when I died

Spring of gore!

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