When the needle-trees have crick-a-cracked,
And blossomers have burst,
When the leaves rust red and fall down dead,
Then the fifth begins.
The sun will rise with two blue eyes.
A poem by Oscar Daunt Brennan, age 18, Dublin
When the needle-trees have crick-a-cracked,
And blossomers have burst,
When the leaves rust red and fall down dead,
Then the fifth begins.
The sun will rise with two blue eyes.

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