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Gone are those unpleasant years, but what will it be for the new one to come?
Missing my bosom friends, I wonder how many are they still alive?
May days of ease fill the rest of my life, and longevity compensate what I have idled away.
Paying constant visits, only the unworldly Spring consoles the lonesome me.
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