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O World! O
Life! O Time!
On whose last steps I climb,
Trembling at that where I had stood before;
When will
return the glory of your prime?
No more -Oh, never
more!
Out of the day and night
A joy has taken
flight:
Fresh spring, and summer, and winter hoar
Move my faint heart with grief, but with delight
No
more -Oh, never more!
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