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The green has come to the leafless tree, The earth brings forth its grain; The flower has come for the honey bee: You will not come again. The birds have come to the empty nest, All winter full of rain; So music has come where the silence was: You will not come again. Love will come for the weak lambs’ cry; Alas for my heart’s dull pain! In the cycle of change I alone am lone: You will not come again.