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green has come to the leafless tree, The earth brings forth its grain; The rose has come for the honey bee: You will not come again.

The birds have come to the empty nest, All winter full of rain; Music has come where the silence was: You will not come again.

Love swift will come for the weak lambs' cry; Ah for my heart's dull pain! Lone in the cycle of change am I: You will not come again.