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by on December 14, 2018
Teacher The boughs are only bare because their leaves have fallen Where before the trees stood cloaked in green And where the river once flowed now is frozen Where on its summer banks shared a romantic scene. And where I see only a few stars sparkle in the night Where before weaved a necklace your beauty did adorn Now when the morning comes and you are not in sight All else comes alive but, here, our love no longer born. And my dreams where you appeared only barren While my thoug...
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