with songs and sighing over;Now be the music mute :Now let the dead, red leaves of autumn coverA vain lute! Silence is best: for ever and for ever, We will go down to sleep,Somewhere, beyond her ken, where she need neverCome to weep. Let be at last: colder she grows, and colder ; Sleep and the… … --~» ■ ■ ■ 3r ■ ?*
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