Reclining within spring's bouquet
she thought,” Please stay, don't rush away,
I so enjoy, these blooms of May."
This maiden who boldly proclaimed
wished only for sweet azure sky
upon which white clouds could be framed
without knowing the reasons why.
Yet, deep within, a darkness grew
like London fog, it changed her view
and left her plea cast all askew.
With every cloud, she...
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