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<h3> WHEN JONQUILS BLOW </h3>
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When jonquils blow I think of one<br/>
Who sleeps beneath the green;<br/>
And all the light and song of life<br/>
And all the golden sheen<br/>
Turn cold and still before my eyes,<br/>
While pearl-edged boughs of May<br/>
Seen through a sudden mist of tears<br/>
Are rimmed with ashen-gray.<br/></p>
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