How leaden-eyed the sky to-day
Looks at Valletta:
Surely, surely unexpected quite
This May.
How gay, how gay
The day must have been
How sad, how sad the day
This May.
Ah! so our hopes so gay
They ought to so have flowered
But how sad how sad they lie
This May.
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