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Far, far away, O yeHalcyons of Memory,Seek some far calmer nestThan this abandoned breast!No news of your false springTo my heart's winter bring,Once having gone, in vainYe come again.
Vultures, who build your bowersHigh in the Future's towers,Withered hopes on hopes are spread!Dying joys, choked by the dead,Will serve your beaks for preyMany a day.
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