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90.
[Month after month year after year]
Month after month year after year
My harp has poured a dreary strain—
At length a livelier note shall cheer
And pleasure tune its chords again
My harp has poured a dreary strain—
At length a livelier note shall cheer
And pleasure tune its chords again
What though the stars and fair moonlight
Are quenched in morning dull and grey
They were but tokens of the night
And this my soul is day
Are quenched in morning dull and grey
They were but tokens of the night
And this my soul is day
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