THE April night is still and sweet
With flowers on every tree;
Peace comes to them on quiet feet,
But not to me.
My peace is hidden in his breast
Where I shall never be,
Love comes to-night to all the rest,
But not to me.
Sara Teasdale
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Lyrics | Natasha Bedingfield lyrics - Pocket Full Of Sunshine lyrics
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