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Nothing Will Die (Excerpt)
by Alfred Lord Tennyson
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But spring, a new comer,
A spring rich and strange,
Shall make the winds blow
Round and round,
Thro’ and thro’,
Here and there,
Till the air
And the ground
Shall be fill’d with life anew.
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Art by Valerie Greeley
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