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The breaking dead leaves 'neath my feet / A plaintive melody repeat, / Recalling shattered hopes that lie / As relics of a bygone sky.
Again I thread the mazy past, / Back where the mounds are scattered fast --
Oh! foolish tears, why do you start, / To break of dead leaves in the heart?