GOOD-BY: nay, do not grieve that it is over— The perfect hour; That the winged joy, sweet honey-loving rover, Flits from the flower. Grieve not,—it is the law. Love will be flying— Yea, love and all. Glad was the living; blessed be the dying! Let the leaves fall.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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