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   Again, another leaf falls still green but weak

   to cling for more, humble bees have passed him many

   a thousands, nights she moans when shall this pain

  last but now it comes to last as on the ground lay on

  the bosom of her the earth warm as the summer sweet as

  the dew in spring their lips meet, hunger of passion and

  sooner, he will be another flesh of rotten and forgotten

  like the rest of the fallen leaves,