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I went back an old-time lane
In the fall o' year,
There was wind and bitter rain
And the leaves were sere.

Once the birds were lilting high
In a far-off May--
I remember, you and I
Were as glad as they.

But the branches now are bare
And the lad you knew,
Long ago was buried there--
Long ago with you!
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