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MAY LEAVES
My whole heart grieves
To feel the thrashing winds of March
On the young May leaves—
The cold dry dust winds of March
On the tender, fresh May leaves.
Previous: PRISONERS
Next: WHAT DIANTHA DID
My whole heart grieves
To feel the thrashing winds of March
On the young May leaves—
The cold dry dust winds of March
On the tender, fresh May leaves.
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