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When it is over-for it will be over, / Though we who watched it be gone, watched it and with it / died- Will there be none the less the yellow melilot, the white, the
high sweet clover, / Close to the dusty, fragrant, hot roadside? Oh, yes, there will! - Escaped from fields of fodder, for there must be fodder still. .