Literature
Spring Arrives
Ouroboros: Oh fair thee well, oh fair thee well! I dance alone this day. On satin socks a gift so well to please thee heart so swell. Oh fair thee well, my love so true I leave without your say. To better lives of spring so well I fair thee well to lay. To rest my head and dream of you for love, oh fair thee well... Ah, my sweet poet, good to see you well and true! So, out on a walk this good morning? Fine day to drift about, I say! The day is certainly alive for spring has arrived, yes, yes! Say, would you care for your friend to join you on your walk? Ariadne: By all means, Ouroboros. Well you seem happy today to sing without a care at all. You know how to take your joys where you can. Ouroboros: That I do, Ariadne! You praise me, so I will keep those words close to heart. Now, now, I think we both know what is next up. Ariadne: What? A song for the equinox? Ouroboros: Why yes indeed! You know the play for the time come again. Ariadne: How silly of setup for me. Look up into
