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When I am gone
When I am gone from mortal view
The skies will wear their wonted blue;
The clouds distil the summer rain
On leafy wood and grassy plain;
And flowers will smile through morning dew.
The skies will wear their wonted blue;
The clouds distil the summer rain
On leafy wood and grassy plain;
And flowers will smile through morning dew.
The birds I loved will still be true
To their old haunts, and flutter through
The boughs, nor alter one sweet strain
When I am gone.
To their old haunts, and flutter through
The boughs, nor alter one sweet strain
When I am gone.
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The silent moon will wax and wane
Heedless that I ne'er come again;
Cold stars roll round in order due;
But hearts—warm hearts—perchance a few
With loving tears some cheeks will stain
When I am gone.
Heedless that I ne'er come again;
Cold stars roll round in order due;
But hearts—warm hearts—perchance a few
With loving tears some cheeks will stain
When I am gone.
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