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Published: 2006-04-06 04:35:55 +0000 UTC; Views: 21; Favourites: 0; Downloads: 1
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When Summer wanes, and Autumn wastesThe falling leaves lament.
Their over-ripened, acrid tastes
Speak bitter of resent.
If one should sleep the time away
Betwixt the Winter, Spring,
Then one should sleep so every day,
And never Heaven sing.
