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Yes, the Year is growing old, / And his eye is pale and bleared! / Death, with frosty hand and cold, / Plucks the old man by the beard, / Sorely, sorely!
The leaves are falling, falling, / Solemnly and slow; / Caw! caw! the rooks are calling, / It is a sound of woe, / A sound of woe!