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Beyond the dim Hesperides, The girl who sang them long ago Could never dream that over seas, Beyond the dim Hesperides, The wind would blow such songs as these— I wonder now if she can know, Beyond the dim Hesperides, The girl who sang them long ago?

Dead leaves upon the stream And dead leaves on the air— All of my lost hopes seem Dead leaves upon the stream; I watch them in a dream, Going I know not where, Dead leaves upon the stream And dead leaves on the air.