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WILLOW BOUGHS ARE YELLOW NOW
The twittering swallows in the lane
Were there a year ago;
The old nests in the tangled vines
Their next year's brood will know.
Were there a year ago;
The old nests in the tangled vines
Their next year's brood will know.
A little brood of children fair,
Under the mother's wing,
Is in the dream of other days,
That flies when flies the spring!
Under the mother's wing,
Is in the dream of other days,
That flies when flies the spring!
