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The Withered Leaf, the Faded Flower be Mine
Who walks with glimmering shapes companionless,
He cannot guess
With how great love and thankfulness I praise
The yesterdays.
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The Withered Leaf, the Faded Flower be Mine
Who walks with glimmering shapes companionless,
He cannot guess
With how great love and thankfulness I praise
The yesterdays.
106