Laughs the happy April morn Thro` my grimy, little window, And a shaft of sunshine pushes Thro` the shadows in the square. Dogs are tracing thro` the grass, Crows are cawing round the chimneys, In and out among the washing Goes the West at hide-and-seek. Loud and cheerful clangs the bell. Here the nurses troop to breakfast. Handsome, ugly, all are women . . . O, the Spring--the Spring--the Spring!SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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