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DESPAIR.
The light is fled, the light is fled,
The daystar in the east is dead:
The cup of gold is in thy hold,
But all the glittering wine is shed.
The daystar in the east is dead:
The cup of gold is in thy hold,
But all the glittering wine is shed.
The sun is fled, the sun is fled;
The twilight skies are burning red:
The after-glow is fierce and slow,
But all the flames of love are sped.
The twilight skies are burning red:
The after-glow is fierce and slow,
But all the flames of love are sped.
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