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PINK ALMOND
So delicate, so airy,
The almond on the tree,
Pink stars that some good fairy
Has made for you and me.
The almond on the tree,
Pink stars that some good fairy
Has made for you and me.
A little cloud of roses,
All in a world of gray,
The almond-flower uncloses
Upon the wild March day.
All in a world of gray,
The almond-flower uncloses
Upon the wild March day.
A mist of roses blowing
The way of fog and sleet,
A dust of roses showing
For gray dust in the street.
The way of fog and sleet,
A dust of roses showing
For gray dust in the street.
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Pink snow upon the branches,
Pink snowflakes falling down
In rosy avalanches
Upon the dreary town.
Pink snowflakes falling down
In rosy avalanches
Upon the dreary town.
A rain, a shower of roses,
All in a roseless day;
The almond-tree uncloses
Her roses on the gray.
All in a roseless day;
The almond-tree uncloses
Her roses on the gray.
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