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Why were you born when the snow was falling? / You should have come to the cuckoo's calling, / Or when grapes are green in the cluster, / Or, at least, when lithe swallows muster / For their far off flying / From summer dying.
Why did you die when the lambs were cropping? / You should have died at the apples' dropping, / When the grasshopper comes to trouble, / And the wheat-fields are sodden stubble, / And all winds go sighing / For sweet things dying.