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When all was young, and pleasant May was blooming, I, thy poor friend, took part with thee in play; Now that the cloud of autumn dark is glooming, Now is for me, too, mournful the day. Hope and delight have passed from life away.
When all was young, and pleasant May was blooming, I, thy poor friend, took part with thee in play; Now that the cloud of autumn dark is glooming, Now is for me, too, mournful the day. Hope and delight have passed from life away.