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Whereer it listeth?

To glory breakest, -

And drop together,

My lips asunder -

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Itself can ponder.

Which is the weakest thing of all

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Mine heart can ponder?

The forests wither,

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The wind, a little leaf above,

Guarding the weakest!

My days were gladder;

Though sere, resisteth?

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What time that yellow leaf was green,

The cloud, a little wind can move

The sun, a little cloud can pall

The Strongest of the universe