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Shine, shine, shine oh-stars of heaven
See old Father Time destroying all our hoarded gain;
Somber, somber, somber all our sweetest flowers,
Turned a stately shrine,
All our hard-earned glory,
Every dream divine!
Waiting, waiting, waiting dwell so sad and lonely
By the desolate seashore,
With melancholy surges
Beating at a cottage door
Shadow'd, shadow'd, shadow'd by those ancient trees
And your life shall pass on gently
Cared for, and in rest and ease.
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