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She turned to the sunlight     And shook her yellow head, And whispered to her neighbor:     "Winter is dead.
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'Tis spring; come out to ramble The hilly brakes around, For under thorn and bramble About the hollow ground The primroses are found. And there's the windflower chilly With all the winds at play, And there's the Lenten lily That has not long to stay And dies on Easter day.
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There is a graveyard in my poor heart - dark, heaped-up graves, from which no flowers spring.
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Hark! the hours are softly calling Bidding Spring arise To listen to the rain-drops falling From the cloudy skies To listen to Earth’s weary voices Louder every day Bidding her no longer linger On her charm’d way But hasten to her task of beauty Scarcely yet begun.
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If we lose the forests, we lose our only teachers.
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If you don't know what makes green, you're going to try every color combination.
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Annihilating all that's made, To a green thought in a green shade.
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Working with David Gordon Green, and Jonah Hill, and Michael Cera, and Drew Barrymore, and all of those people - those are the best people in comedy to work with. Anna Faris. You know, that's my goal, to keep learning and to just keep working with the best people I can. And yeah, we do all hang out, and we all kind of know each other.
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O pastoral heart of England! like a psalm Of green days telling with a quiet beat.
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And from then on, I bathed in the Poem of the Sea, star-infused, and opalescent, devouring green azures
