Springtime

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The daffodils were beautiful,

and we remembered you,

The blackbird sang in the early light,

Did he remember too?


The wind blew fresh and the sun grew bright,

As it sparkled on the sea,

We thought of you, remembered you,

And how things used to be,



The clouds were low on the distant hills,

And rain came falling fast,

But still our thoughts returned to you,

With memories of the past,


The springtime weaves her magic spell,

Through all we see and do,

But we'll keep springtime in our hearts,

For we remember you.

~anonymous


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