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How has the cloud fallen, and the leaf withered on the tree, / The lemontree, that standeth by the door?
The melon and the date have gone bitter to the taste, / The weevil, it has eaten at the core -- / The core of my heart, the mildew findeth it; / My music, it is but the drip of tears, / The garner empty standeth, the oven hath no fire, / Night filleth me with fears.