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shines the last age, the next with hope is seen
i love to steal awhile away
there was a time in former years
mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam
we lay
so fallen
from our hidden places
the little pitiful, worn, laughing faces
is there anybody there
melancholy days have come

 



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