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Francis Ledwidge - Spring and Autumn
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Green ripples singing down the corn, 
     With blossoms dumb the path I tread,
     And in the music of the morn
     One with wild roses on her head.

     Now the green ripples turn to gold
     And all the paths are loud with rain,
     I with desire am growing old
     And full of winter pain.
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