A spring song
Language: English 
I buried a hope there long ago,
  And I walked by the grave to-day,
The flowers were blooming, the birds were singing,
  My sorrow had passed away.

O dear old time with your crooning rhyme,
  And your breast for our passionate pain,
You take them all, our hopes as they fall,
  And change them to flowers again.

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Researcher for this page: Nich Roehler

This text was added to the website: 2012-05-20
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Word count: 57