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THISTLEDOWN: TRIOLET: 6 by CORA RANDALL FABBRI

First Line: A SNOWDROP TOLD ME SPRING WAS NEAR
Last Line: BUT I HAVE MADE NO SONG ABOUT HER.
A snow-drop told me Spring was near,
And so I'll make a song about her,
Of birds and buds and blue skies clear.
A snow-drop told me Spring was near—
But no, I'll wait until she's here,
For till she's here, alas, I doubt her.
A snow-drop told me Spring was near,
But I have made no song about her.



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