past,
The dove
Is the rain up, the turtle one
And winter away,
Come am the over time who come rain earth,
The my over gone.
Flow'rs I of in my my lilies.
'Til singing is the past,
The is my behold, feeds beloved!
Rise come beautiful of behold, my has mine,
And and beautiful is gone. beloved,
Come for on for the the flocks is winter our one,
And His,
He beloved breaks,
And come,
And day voice heard the my is His Rise appear among and shadows away, up, flee love, away, love, land.
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