Like rainy days in cheerful May
Which water trees and make them bloom,
This state of sorrow and dismay
Will water me through cloudy gloom,
And time will come for joy and love
With trees in bud and sun above.
♥
Which water trees and make them bloom,
This state of sorrow and dismay
Will water me through cloudy gloom,
And time will come for joy and love
With trees in bud and sun above.
♥
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