When Once When once there was a summer, breeze, There now falls to be, little below a gasp of air, No stronger than a mouse's sneeze. When once the waves raged up so high, There now falls to sigh, Little below a small raindrop, No greater than a wolf cub cry. When once the birds all sang there song, There now falls to a wrong, Little below the wind's soft call, No more beautiful than the end of fall.
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