The Spring Is Gone
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the spring is gone
and with it the wind
cloyed with sweet fragrances
the trees are silent
the leaves are down and
gone are their feeble utterances
the spring is gone
and the sun comes out
early in the morning burning hot
the sky is out of
reach to the eyes and
looks empty without clouds to float
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