Memory I wondered once when it was spring And all the buds a burst with green Oh! She was such a Pretty thing She seemed so innocent between Her whispers and the ribbon blue And all her tumbling golden hair I wondered if it could be true How could she give who was so fair And what warm spark in such... Sign in to see full entry.
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