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And a lan-guid love_ air filled the breeze, And birds ceased sing-ing in

nids très - sail- laient dans les ar - 1res verts, Les fleurs des bols par-fu-

wait, wait! There ne-ver was night that had no morn.’

tout est vain: Mon ame, as - pire au jour sans fin !”

nest-hung trees: ' “Wait, said the la - dy,maient les airs . “Lié - las! dit Pen - fant ,