Dirge for a Baby
Cold, cold in her little bed,
With all the spring returning!
Can flowers come back while she lies dead,
And the world go unmourning?
Cold, cold, in her little bed,
Snowdrops her starry cover ...
Oh, Spring, go softly overhead
For the sake of those who love her!
With all the spring returning!
Can flowers come back while she lies dead,
And the world go unmourning?
Cold, cold, in her little bed,
Snowdrops her starry cover ...
Oh, Spring, go softly overhead
For the sake of those who love her!
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