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21
THE TREASON
The
birds of the Summer are flown
Beyond the sea;
The leaves of the Summer are blown
From hedge and tree.
Beyond the sea;
The leaves of the Summer are blown
From hedge and tree.
But the winds of the Summer proclaim,
With recreant breath,
(O traitors, have ye no shame?)
The triumph of Death.
With recreant breath,
(O traitors, have ye no shame?)
The triumph of Death.
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