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Margaret Widdemer

The Spring will come when the year turns,
 As if no Winter had been,
But what shall I do with a locked heart
 That lets no new year in?
The birds will go when the Fall goes,
 The leaves will fade in the field,
But what shall I do with an old love
 Will neither die nor yield?
Oh! youth will turn as the world turns,
 And dim grow laughter and pain,
But how shall I hide from an old dream
 I never may dream again?

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