And the rattle-throats are pleading
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Dick, the play is done for themAnd every leaf that grows on stem.31 And leaves and lovers have in commonThat the leaves are dry and blown,And the husk of man and womanWithers on the bone.” “Dorothy, we grow no younger,Need we play it any longer?Methinks eastward is a gateRusted, and a slim white spire;
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