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ON DIT.
Cold is the wind—the flowers below,
Fearful of winter's hand, lie curled;
But Spring will come again you know,
And glorify the world.
Fearful of winter's hand, lie curled;
But Spring will come again you know,
And glorify the world.
Dark is the night—no stars or moon;
But at its blackest, night is done,
All after hastens to the noon,
The triumph of the sun.
But at its blackest, night is done,
All after hastens to the noon,
The triumph of the sun.
And life is sad, and love is brief.
Be patient; there will be, they say,
New life, divine beyond belief,
Somehow, somewhere, some day.
Be patient; there will be, they say,
New life, divine beyond belief,
Somehow, somewhere, some day.
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