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ARCHY: / I'll go live under the ivy that overgrows the terrace, and count the / tears shed on its old [roots? ] as the [wind? ] plays the song of
‘A widow bird sate mourning / Upon a wintry bough. ' / [SINGS] / Heigho! the lark and the owl! / One flies the morning, and one lulls the night: - / Only the nightingale, poor fond soul, / Sings like the fool through darkness and light.