The season of death
is done
Spring comes, sees, weeps
then forgetting, moves on
to summer sun
One thinks chills will never return
But soon
Autumn lies in heaps
Winter comes again
october 1963
The season of death
is done
Spring comes, sees, weeps
then forgetting, moves on
to summer sun
One thinks chills will never return
But soon
Autumn lies in heaps
Winter comes again
october 1963
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