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March (the round of the months)
March, the month of the madmen, Who amuses himself and flouts the laws, even of nature. One day the winter lasts Another day the summer seems to be here. March, a long month full of falbalas Where nature finally wakes up after long months of vigil.
The animals come out of their torpor in the middle of these misleading days, in a promising environment. But nothing stops this naughty grumbler, Who only does as he pleases, And, like a star, Announces the return of Spring, In an orgy of colours, promising, The blossoming of insolent life Like a huge wave breaking.
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