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Passing the visions, passing the night;Passing, unloosing the hold of my comrades' hands;
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(Victorious song, death's outlet song, yet varying, ever-altering song,
As low and wailing, yet clear the notes, rising and falling, flooding the night,
Sadly sinking and fainting, as warning and warning, and yet again bursting with joy,
Covering the earth, and filling the spread of the heaven,
As that powerful psalm in the night I heard from recesses,)
Passing, I leave thee, lilac with heart-shaped leaves;
I leave thee there in the door-yard, blooming, returning with spring.
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I cease from my song for thee;From my gaze on thee in the west, fronting the west, communing with thee,
O comrade lustrous, with silver face in the night.
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