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As sometimes on a day roof'd in with cloud,
Hills standing sombre, shadow everywhere,
The sun from the world's end at evening looks
To the far east, enkindling it once more,
So in the old man's thought a dying light
Struck on his scenes of youth—
Hills standing sombre, shadow everywhere,
The sun from the world's end at evening looks
To the far east, enkindling it once more,
So in the old man's thought a dying light
Struck on his scenes of youth—
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