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Spring Music
Oh the brown leaves
Fall in the bitter blast like tears
From an aged widow. . . .
And whispering winds
Steal the violets' breath
And bury their leaves in snow. . . .
And the tides flow back
Like the ebbing years
Into cool immunity.
But memory's voice,
Like the music of waves,
Sings April tunes
Forever.
Written by Arna Bontemps (1902-1973)
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