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the glory is fallen out of | |
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the sky the last immortal | |
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leaf | |
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is | |
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dead and the gold |
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year | |
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a formal spasm | |
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in the | |
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dust | |
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this is the passing of all shining things |
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therefore we also | |
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blandly | |
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into receptive | |
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earth, O let | |
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us |
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descend | |
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take | |
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shimmering wind | |
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these fragile splendors from | |
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us crumple them hide |
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them in thy breath drive | |
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them in nothingness | |
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for we | |
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would sleep | |
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this is the passing of all shining things |
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no lingering no backward- | |
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wondering be unto | |
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us O | |
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soul, but straight | |
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glad feet fearruining |
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and glorygirded | |
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faces | |
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lead us | |
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into the | |
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serious |
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steep | |
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darkness |
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