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                                                                        O world! O life! O time! On whose last steps I climb,
 Trembling at that where I had stood before;
 When will return the glory of your prime?
 No more--Oh, never more!.
 
 Out of the day and night
 A joy has taken flight;
 Fresh spring, and summer, and winter hoar,
 Move my faint heart with grief, but with delight
 No more--Oh, never more!
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