Things seem to die, but die not. The spring showers Die on the bosom of the motherly Earth, But rise again in fruits and leaves and flowers: And every death is nothing but a birth.
Things seem to die, but die not. The spring showers
Die on the bosom of the motherly Earth,
But rise again in fruits and leaves and flowers:
And every death is nothing but a birth.
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