Scarcely a tear to shedHardly a word to sayThe end of a Summer's daySweet Love is dead.
Scarcely a tear to shedHardly a word to sayThe end of a Summer's daySweet Love is dead.
O pale green sea,
With long, pale, purple clouds above -
What lies in me like weight of love ?
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