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March 5
WHERE shall I find a white rose blowing?— | |
| Out in the garden where all sweets be.— | |
| But out in my garden the snow was snowing | |
| And never a white rose opened for me. | |
| Nought but snow and a wind were blowing | 5 |
| And snowing. | |
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| Where shall I find a blush rose blushing?— | |
| On the garden wall or the garden bed.— | |
| But out in my garden the rain was rushing | |
| And never a blush rose raised its head. | 10 |
| Nothing glowing, flushing or blushing; | |
| Rain rushing. | |
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| Where shall I find a red rose budding?— | |
| Out in the garden where all things grow.— | |
| But out in my garden a flood was flooding | 15 |
| And never a red rose began to blow. | |
| Out in a flooding what should be budding? | |
| All flooding! | |
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| Now is winter and now is sorrow, | |
| No roses but only thorns to-day: | 20 |
| Thorns will put on roses to-morrow, | |
| Winter and sorrow scudding away. | |
| No more winter and no more sorrow | |
| To-morrow. | |
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