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Ah woe is me! Winter is come and gone, But grief returns with the revolving year. The airs and streams renew their joyous tone; The ants, the bees, the swallows, re-appear; Fresh leaves and flowers deck the dead Season's bier; -Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792-1822), Adonais |
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