To dust is gone the fame achieved in thirty years/Like cloud-veiled moon the thousand-mile Plain disappears/Should youthful heads in vain turn grey?/We would regret for aye.
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To dust is gone the fame achieved in thirty years/Like cloud-veiled moon the thousand-mile Plain disappears/Should youthful heads in vain turn grey?/We would regret for aye.
To dust is gone the fame achieved in thirty years/Like cloud-veiled moon the thousand-mile Plain disappears/Should youthful heads in vain turn grey?/We would regret for aye.