In Absence
White gleam the gulls across the darkling tide,
On the green hills the red flowers seem to burn;
Alas! I see another spring has died ...
When will it come — the day of my return?
On the green hills the red flowers seem to burn;
Alas! I see another spring has died ...
When will it come — the day of my return?
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