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Robert Laurence Binyon - A Winter Song
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Now December darkens
 Over Autumn dead.
 The frozen earth now hearkens
 For the last leaf to be shed.
 Above gray grass the branches bare
 Melt, faint ghosts, in misty air,
 Like despair.

 O the nearer, deeper
 In my heart, remembering
 My Love`s kiss and how her eyes
 Blessed me like enchanted skies,
 Is the joy that with the spring
 Shall waken Earth the sleeper.
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