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FROM the time the wind wakes

To the time of snowflakes,

That’s the time the heart aches

Every cloudy day;

That’s the time the heart takes

Thought of all its heart-breaks,

That’s the time the heart makes

Life a cloudy way.

From the time the grass creeps

To the time the wind sleeps,

That’s the time the heart leaps

To the golden ray;

That’s the time that joy sweeps

Through the depths of heart-deeps,

That’s the time the heart keeps

Happy holiday.