oggbashan
Dying Truth seeker
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Come, fill the Cup, and in the fire of Spring
Your Winter-garment of Repentance fling:
The Bird of Time has but a little way
To flutter – and the Bird is on the Wing.
The Grass is Riz,
The Spring is Sprung
I wonder where the Birdies is?
Some say the Bird is on the Wing...
But that's absurd.
The Wing is on the Bird.