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The harvest's all garnered, — The cider's all pressed. 



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The gauze-wings of Zephyr fan cool from the west 

 V, At sunset. At sunset. 



The daylight soft has fled, 



The breezes now are gone, 

 The seasons all have sped, • / 



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The four winds' work is done, ^^y 

 At sunset. At sunset. / 



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