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BELIEVE IT NOT.

WHERE have the robins flown?

Perchance alone,

Unguided wanderers on some desert shore.

Believe it not.

In some bright, sunny isle

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They linger for a while,

Until the spring's sweet smile

Allures them to their jocund haunts once more.

Why do the flowers fade?

Forever dead,

Silent they lie, unheeding sun or rain.

Believe it not.

The lily and the rose

Their fragrant petals close

'Gainst winter's frost and snows,

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