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This man has talent, that man genius And here's the strange and cruel difference:
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Autumn grows old: he, like some simple one,In Summer's castaway is strangely clad
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From my own kind I only learnHow foolish comfort is
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What sweet, what happy days had I,When dreams made Time Eternity!
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It was the Rainbow gave thee birth,And left thee all her lovely hues.
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Go you and, with such glorious hues,Live with proud peacocks in green parks.
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What is this life if, full of care,We have no time to stand and stare.
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