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Like a joy on the heart of a sorrow,
The sunset hangs on a cloud A golden storm of glittering sheaves, Of fair and frail and fluttering leaves, The wild wind blows in a cloud.
Hark to a voice that is calling
To my heart in the voice of the wind: My heart is weary and sad and alone,
For its dreams like the fluttering leaves have gone, And why should I stay behind?
Like a joy on the heart of a sorrow,
The sunset hangs on a cloud A golden storm of glittering sheaves, Of fair and frail and fluttering leaves, The wild wind blows in a cloud.
Hark to a voice that is calling
To my heart in the voice of the wind: My heart is weary and sad and alone,
For its dreams like the fluttering leaves have gone, And why should I stay behind?
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