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i saw the clouds among the hills
long ago, in the young moonlight
renew the vision of delight
where shall i find you
a thousand silent years ago
when the wind works against us in the dark
sadly speaking
do the boys and girls still go
over the rooftops race the shadows of clouds
my mother twines me roses wet with dew
eighty years have passed, and more
shines the last age, the next with hope is seen
stir
night was black and drear