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Speaker 1: Autumn day. Lord, it is time. So great was summer's glow.
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Speaker 1: Thy shadows lay upon the dial's faces, and o'er wide
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Speaker 1: spaces let thy tempests blow. Command to ripen the last
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Speaker 1: fruits of thine. Give to them two more burning days,
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Speaker 1: and press the last sweetness into the heavy wine. He
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Speaker 1: who has now no house will never build one. Who
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Speaker 1: was alone will now remain alone. He will awake, will read,
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Speaker 1: will letters write through the long day and in the
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Speaker 1: lonely night. And restless, solitary, he will rove, where the
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Speaker 1: leaves rustle, windblown in the grove.