letra de march - frederick septimus kelly
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upon the wintry trees
a few dead leaves are hung;
they rattle in the breeze
the mournful boughs among
as in december old
the earth is dark and drear;
no newer buds unfold —
yet spring, the spring is here
and in the grass there grows
a fragrant violet;
no other flower knows
no one hath told them yet
nor yet the bees forsake
the threshold of their home;
no voice hath bid them wake
hath criеd “the spring is come!”
the sky is dark and low
unswеpt by swallow wings
but soft the south doth blow
sudden the blackbird sings
letras aleatórias
- letra de two sleepy people - kay kyser & his orchestra
- letra de ballin on a bitch - foogiano
- letra de can't i (skaem remix) - schizophrenic god
- letra de that certain something - demo version - the move
- letra de live slow die old - midlife mafia
- letra de huddled masses - american arson
- letra de song for mom - steve camp
- letra de joke - kid rohan
- letra de for the night - pop smoke
- letra de cold - jay purp za