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May March come in like a lamb, but not out like a lion!
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The fury of a violent, raging storm.
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“I never did imagine rain when I gazed into crystal blue. Nor did I then foresee the pain, when clouds grew dark above us two…”
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“As the crowded halls grow empty, hurried footsteps take their rest. And the daylight dwindles slowly, at the weary world's behest…&rdquo..
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“Oh, the things that I would give to live those days again…”
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The sadness settles in
Just like a gentle autumn rain.
Or the chill that sinks beneath your skin
And there, somehow, remains.
Should I sit b..
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“I fear not biting winds or storm. I’ve learned I do not stand alone…”
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The leaves all fall in earnest now,
A chill is in the air.
The wind sweeps through each scarlet bough;
It shakes the branches bare.
A..
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Long have I searched for home, you see-
Long have I searched for home.
I’ve traveled by both land and sea;
Long have I searched for home.
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Like the starlight piercing through
the inky sky above,
so does the spark- that thrilling hope
of all I’m dreaming of,
twinkle in the mi..
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