Spring flowers trembling
In a breeze too cold.
Small beads of light
In the brief sunshine
Of a gloomy afternoon.
My heart sighs to see them,
And then it sings;
As they wield
Tiny swords of hope,
Against winter's grey despair.
In a breeze too cold.
Small beads of light
In the brief sunshine
Of a gloomy afternoon.
My heart sighs to see them,
And then it sings;
As they wield
Tiny swords of hope,
Against winter's grey despair.
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