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EVENING SADNESS
The
last breath of the dying day
Has kissed the dying rose;
And in the air a soft despair
Grows, as the starlight grows;
Has kissed the dying rose;
And in the air a soft despair
Grows, as the starlight grows;
For all the beauty that daily dies,
And cometh again no more;
For every day is a once-played play,
And vainly we cry Encore!
And cometh again no more;
For every day is a once-played play,
And vainly we cry Encore!
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