The lovely years went lightly by As April flowers go, And often you would laugh or cry To see how I could grow.
The lonely years drift by in rain, As leaves in autumn do. I long, when we shall meet again, To be as tall as you.
A child speaks to an absent mother, remembering the years when they were together as light and fleeting as April flowers. Back then, watching the child grow made the mother laugh or cry. Now those cheerful years are gone, replaced by lonely ones that drift past like autumn leaves falling in rain.
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