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An Old Song

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The almond bloom is overpast, the apple blossoms blow.
I never loved but one man, and I never told him so.

My flowers will never come to fruit, but I have kept my pride -
A little, cold, and lonely thing, and I have naught beside.

The spring-wind caught my flowering dreams, they lightly blew away.
I never had but one true love, and he died yesterday.

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Glenys 18 July 2020

Such a beautiful inspiration to us all. Lovely words that make my heart sing!

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Dr Antony Theodore 19 May 2019

The spring-wind caught my flowering dreams, they lightly blew away. I never had but one true love, and he died yesterday. A very fine poem of Dorothea. . tony

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