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MY LOVE ANNIE.
And the year rolleth round, slow, slow:
Autumn will fade to winter and winter melt in spring,
New life return again to every living thing.
Soon, this will have happened long ago.
Autumn will fade to winter and winter melt in spring,
New life return again to every living thing.
Soon, this will have happened long ago.
The bonnie wee flowers will blow;
The trees will re-clothe themselves, the birds sing out amain,—
But never, never, never will the world look again
As it looked before this happened—long ago!
The trees will re-clothe themselves, the birds sing out amain,—
But never, never, never will the world look again
As it looked before this happened—long ago!
MY LOVE ANNIE.