PROSE AND POETRY

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For this time the clear blue sky, are but blur and gray.
How can the sun smile when the rain covers all its rays?
For this time the leaves once green and vivid– now withered
Why do they sprouted on spring only to fall when the autumn came?
And this time the shore was left by the sea
Why do they met if they aren’t meant to stay?

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