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 blossoms a - way; And scat-tered them through the gar - den,

rain and air; And when the dim Oc - to - ber With

lips of May. We bear the ripe fruit aft - ter,&mdash;Ah,

Tossed them in - to the mere:. . The sad tree moaned and

gold - en death was crowned, Un - der its heav - y,

me! for the tho't of pain!&mdash;  We know the sweet - ness.

shuddered, "A - las! . . . A - las! the Fall is groan - ing branch - es The tree stooped to the

and the beau - ty. And heart bloom nev-er a -