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HONEY-TIDE
Gone, alas! another day
With its golden hours!
Dawn and noon and night of May,
Songs and stars and flowers!
With its golden hours!
Dawn and noon and night of May,
Songs and stars and flowers!
Swiftly runs the glowing sand
Through reluctant fingers.
Why should it be Sorrow's land
Only, where time lingers?
Through reluctant fingers.
Why should it be Sorrow's land
Only, where time lingers?
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