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FADING AWAY.
Sunny day!
Sunny day!
Why are shorn thy golden beams?
Mortal, tell me, are thy dreams
Fading away?
Sunny day!
Why are shorn thy golden beams?
Mortal, tell me, are thy dreams
Fading away?
Summer flowers!
Summer flowers!
Fall your leaves forever lost?
Mortal, has no sudden frost
Crisped thine hours?
Summer flowers!
Fall your leaves forever lost?
Mortal, has no sudden frost
Crisped thine hours?
Shrine of clay!
Shrine of clay!
Shall thy fine pulsations cease?
Mortal, 'tis a blest release,
Fading away.
Shrine of clay!
Shall thy fine pulsations cease?
Mortal, 'tis a blest release,
Fading away.
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