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[Moan, wretched wind; drive the sad clouds]
Moan, wretched wind; drive the sad clouds
Along the blindfold plain;
Ye leaves, whirl on your lonely crowds;
Weep on, remorseless rain!
Along the blindfold plain;
Ye leaves, whirl on your lonely crowds;
Weep on, remorseless rain!
O for one smile of buried Spring,
O for one note of May;
O for one sunny hour to fling
My aching heart away!
O for one note of May;
O for one sunny hour to fling
My aching heart away!
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