. Sunshine and roses . WHEN EVEN COMES. When even comes I sit and sigh; And dream of days of long ago, l!|| Of youth and life and early love, 111; And hopes and fears and faith and vow. !J!h| I sit and sigh and dream Until again things seemAs real as, In days agone,The summer was; When night and dawnWere laden with the zephrs sweet, And freshness of the morning wrapt the fields of golding wheatEre yet the moon had crept from view. ^^./fV

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