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A song of the setting sun!|
The sky in the west is red,
And the day is all but done:
While yonder up overhead,
All too soon,
There rises, so cold, the cynic moon.
A song of a winter day!|
The wind of the north doth blow,
From a sky thats chill and gray,
On fields where no crops now grow
Fields long shorn
Of bearded barley and golden corn.
A song of an old, old man!|
His hairs are white and his gaze,
Long bleared in his visage wan,
With its weight of yesterdays,
He stands and mumbles and looks at me.
A song of a faded flower!|
Twas plucked in the tender bud,
And fair and fresh for an hour,
In a ladys hair it stood.
Now, ah, now,
Faded it lies in the dust and low.
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