All is mellow in the glade
Where it is warm even in shade
In the meadow I stopped there
And stood by a young birch fair
That told of the coming of spring
With small golden leaves glistening
Where it is warm even in shade
In the meadow I stopped there
And stood by a young birch fair
That told of the coming of spring
With small golden leaves glistening
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