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I saw a bride splendid in white garmentsI saw a woman with one hundred children The children plump and firm within her arms,But some fell down or strangers took and ate them
Forest could keep secretsForest could keep secrets
Spring is baby,bright, fresh and new,gurgling with the melting snow,singing with the first cuckoo.
Next door live three old ladies. They’re sisters, well into their eighties, but to us kids, they seem beyond time.
It is midnight in the ice rinkAnd all is cool and still.Darkness seems to hold its breathNothing moves, until
The moon was married last nightand nobody saw,dressed up in her ghostly dressfor the summer ball.