The Flowered Woods
The flowered woods have dropped their springtime rose festoon,
So soon, so soon
But night-blowing winds and the cold dawn rain were bound to be.
Your tear-stained rouge will keep me
Drinking here beside you
Then — who knows when again?
Out lives are sad like rivers turning always toward the sea.
So soon, so soon
But night-blowing winds and the cold dawn rain were bound to be.
Your tear-stained rouge will keep me
Drinking here beside you
Then — who knows when again?
Out lives are sad like rivers turning always toward the sea.
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