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Spring and Summer, Fall and Winter and Spring / After each other drifting, past my window drifting!
And I lay so many years watching them drift and counting / The years till a terror came in my heart at times, / With the feeling that I had become eternal; at last / My hundredth year was reached! And still I lay / Hearing the tick of the clock, and the low of cattle / And the scream of a jay flying through falling leaves!