CASTLES IN SPAIN.
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Sorrows will come to us, ere we are old,
True hearts may leave us, and warm ones grow cold,
Yet shall we find all our dear ones again,
Fond as of old, in our castles in Spain!
True hearts may leave us, and warm ones grow cold,
Yet shall we find all our dear ones again,
Fond as of old, in our castles in Spain!
So we are happy,— and when by and by
Under the clover together we lie,
Birds in the branches will sing the refrain,
"Gone to look after their castles in Spain!"
Under the clover together we lie,
Birds in the branches will sing the refrain,
"Gone to look after their castles in Spain!"
