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Thou speak'st of the distant—the lost—the dear;
Thine azure is dimmed by a grief-fraught tear;
Yet I will not be sad, for thou tellest to me
Of returning Spring and returning glee.
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Thou speak'st of the distant—the lost—the dear;
Thine azure is dimmed by a grief-fraught tear;
Yet I will not be sad, for thou tellest to me
Of returning Spring and returning glee.
