The Spring Story
Grisha and Judy have gone to sleep
Without us tomorrows will walk the same step
The cliffs of Dover won’t get more steep
We won’t weep more tears than we have wept
The Chiltern hills won’t become more green
The sky over the house won’t depict more blue
Your roses won’t bloom more red than I’ve seen
And forget-me-nots I’ll forget, so will you
Judy and Grisha is just one more story
This world has in plenty for a garden bin
And every morning comes a garbage lorry
To help this world with another spin
What will become of us, is not ours
In the sleeping time the earth feels like new
Judy and Grisha grow in time of flowers
In the early spring, like they used to do.
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