<h3> <SPAN name="girls"></SPAN> THE GIRLS WHO SANG FOR US </h3>
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What does it mean to us that Spring is here?<br/>
We asked ourselves within the great grey hall.<br/>
We shall not feel the magic of her call;<br/>
This day, like others, will be dull and drear.<br/>
And then you sang . . . and brought so very near,<br/>
The fragrant world beyond the prison wall,<br/>
The tender fields, the trees and grass, and all<br/>
The hopes and dreams that every man holds dear.<br/></p>
<p class="poem">
O, silvery voices, sweet with life and youth<br/>
Brushing our grey lives with your rainbow wings—<br/>
Lives that were stern and bitter with old wrong,<br/>
And cleansing them with beauty and with truth;<br/>
Reviving memories of vanished springs—<br/>
Making us whole with miracles of song!<br/></p>
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