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A Song of Farewell
Fade, vision bright!
What clinging hands can stay thee?
Die, dream of light!
What clasping hands can pray thee?
Farewell, delight!
I have no more to say thee.
What clinging hands can stay thee?
Die, dream of light!
What clasping hands can pray thee?
Farewell, delight!
I have no more to say thee.
The gold was gold,
The little while it lasted;
The dream was true,
Although its joy be blasted;
That hour was mine,
Although so swift it hasted.
The little while it lasted;
The dream was true,
Although its joy be blasted;
That hour was mine,
Although so swift it hasted.
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