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3Sweet day, so cool, so calm, so bright,
4The bridal of the earth and sky;
5The dew shall weep thy fall to-night,
6For thou must die.
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8Sweet rose, whose hue angry and brave
9Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye;
10Thy root is ever in its grave,
11And thou must die.
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13Sweet spring, full of sweet days and roses,
14A box where sweets compacted lie;
15My music shows ye have your closes,
16And all must die.
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18Only a sweet and virtuous soul,
19Like season'd timber, never gives;
20But though the whole world turn to coal,
21Then chiefly lives. 
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