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 And since no mortal can at last disdain

 That sweet refrain,

 But lets go strife and care,

 Borne like a strain of bird notes on the air,

 The wind knows where;

 Some quiet April evening soft and strange,

 When comes the change

 No spirit can deplore,

 I shall be one with all I was before,

 In death once more.

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Fancy’s Fool

 “Cornel, cornel, green and white,

“Cornel,

“C

 Spreading on the forest floor,

 Whither went my lost delight

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