Easter Then
When I was a little girl, every Easter, my mom bought me a new dress, a
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“The caged bird sings with a fearful trill
Of things unknown but longed for still
And his tune is
Easter Then
When I was a little girl, every Easter, my mom bought me a new dress, a
“The caged bird sings with a fearful trill
Of things unknown but longed for still
And his tune is