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And the beautiful spring came
when she bloomed
red, with a black eye.
Nature's loveliness resumed
green stalk, proud
bowing with the wind.
The human soul revived, too
and we smiled
lifting to the sun.
For what spring could be without
the poppies
red, with a black eye?
