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The dim sun slips adown the sky / That dies from gold to gray; / The homing birds that Southward fly / To my heart's hailing make reply, / Piping "Good-bye, good-bye!"
Southward I turn my wistful eyes, / Southward, where all my treasure lies, / Whither the homing sparrow flies, / Piping, "Good-bye, good-bye!"
The chill blast sweeps the steely sky / That glooms a sullen gray; / Soft summer winds that Southward fly / To my soul's sighing make reply / Breathing "Good-bye, good-bye!"
Southward I turn my longing eyes, / Southward my yearning spirit hies, / Whither or bird or zephyr flies / Sighing "Good-bye, good-bye!"