My ancient Palace I regret
My ancient Palace I regret,
Though rot attacks the eaves,
And o'er the roof the creeping vine
Spreads out and interweaves
Unpruned its straggling leaves.
Though rot attacks the eaves,
And o'er the roof the creeping vine
Spreads out and interweaves
Unpruned its straggling leaves.
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