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CCXXVII
NOW
A crazy fool am I, and mad
As the maddest dreams of sleep.
I laughed when I was very sad,
And now for joy I weep.
As the maddest dreams of sleep.
I laughed when I was very sad,
And now for joy I weep.
The cold is here, the darkness drear,
The yellow gloom, the rain.
And, lo, in the winter of the year
'Tis spring with me again.
The yellow gloom, the rain.
And, lo, in the winter of the year
'Tis spring with me again.
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