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A SPRING EVENING
ACROSS the glory of the evening skies
A veil is drawn of shadowed mists that rise
From lavishness of God's late gift the rain.
A veil is drawn of shadowed mists that rise
From lavishness of God's late gift the rain.
So, after farewell said, fond memories
Of words and looks the sweetest come again
Across the glowing heart, a veil of pain.
Of words and looks the sweetest come again
Across the glowing heart, a veil of pain.
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