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And In The Spring

And in the spring, when roses bloom,
I'll gather bushels for your room
To brighten up its wintry gloom,
For you were once so gay.

And in the summer, I'll leave you then,
Put out the light, put down my pen,
And wander through the leafy glen.
You will not bid me stay.

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