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is the place where they all were bred;
 * Some of the rafters are standing still;

Now they are scattered and lost and dead, Every one from the old nest fled,
 * Out of the shadow of Kiley's Hill.

Better it is that they ne'er came back—
 * Changes and chances are quickly rung;

Now the old homestead is gone to rack, Green is the grass on the well-worn track
 * Down by the gate where the roses clung.

Gone is the garden they kept with care;
 * Left to decay at its own sweet will,

Fruit trees and flower beds eaten bare, Cattle and sheep where the roses were,
 * Under the shadow of Kiley's Hill.

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