And as the silver rain streams
And as the birds begin to allay
I remember spring
And all her glory
Like the small puddles
Mirroring the grey
A world is nestled there
Soft and blooming
Apr 1, 2021
Apr 1, 2021 at 10:53 PM UTC
And as the silver rain streams
And as the birds begin to allay
I remember spring
And all her glory
Like the small puddles
Mirroring the grey
A world is nestled there
Soft and blooming
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