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[Why fadest thou in death]
Why
fadest thou in death,
Oh yellow waning tree?
Gentle is autumn's breath,
And green the oak by thee.
Oh yellow waning tree?
Gentle is autumn's breath,
And green the oak by thee.
But with each wind that sighs
The leaves from thee take wing;
And bare thy branches rise
Above their drifted ring.
The leaves from thee take wing;
And bare thy branches rise
Above their drifted ring.
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