Rode the Six Hundred
A June-bug has just flown in through my window,
And to-day I sat among narcissus and grape-hyacinths
Drinking the sudden sun.
The terrible Winter has passed
Flinging my garden full of flowers
But for me I think it will not be long,
Not long,
Before it is the end.
Ah, my flowers!
And to-day I sat among narcissus and grape-hyacinths
Drinking the sudden sun.
The terrible Winter has passed
Flinging my garden full of flowers
But for me I think it will not be long,
Not long,
Before it is the end.
Ah, my flowers!
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