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Hour after hour, Day after day, Some gentle flower Or leaf gives way Within the bower Of human hearts; Tear after tear In anguish starts, For, green or sere, Some loved leaf parts From the arbère Of human hearts;— The keen winds blow; Rain, hail and snow Fall everywhere! And one by one, As life's sands run, These loved things fare