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Loves sun went down without a frown For very joy it used to grieve us I often think the West is gone Ah cruel Time to undeceive us The stream it is a common stream Where we on Sundays used to ramble The sky hangs oer a broken dream The brambles dwindled to a bramble O Poesy is on the wane I cannot find her haunts again #poetry #environment #honesty Comments welcome below