Spring is nature's way of saying "Let's party!" — Robin Williams
Spring is nature's way of saying "Let's party!" — Robin Williams
Spring is nature's way of saying "Let's party!" — Robin Williams
Spring is nature's way of saying "Let's party!" — Robin Williams
Spring is nature's way of saying "Let's party!" — Robin Williams
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Spring is nature's way of saying "Let's party!"

— Robin Williams
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