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When I am dead and over me bright April Shakes out her rain-drenched hair,
Though you shall lean above me broken-hearted,
I shall not care
I shall have peace, as leafy trees are peaceful When rain bends down the bough;

What do I care, in the dreams and the languor of spring,
That my songs do not show me at all
For they are a fragrance, and I am a flint and a fire,
I am an answer, they are only a call