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CROCUS-GATHERING.
Come, gather the crocus-cups with me,
And dream of the summer coming:
Saffron and purple and snowy white,
All awake to the first bees humming.
And dream of the summer coming:
Saffron and purple and snowy white,
All awake to the first bees humming.
The white is there for the maiden-heart,
And the purple is there for sorrow:
The saffron is there for the true true love,
And they'll all be dead to-morrow.
And the purple is there for sorrow:
The saffron is there for the true true love,
And they'll all be dead to-morrow.
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