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I’ve overlived aspirings,
My fancies I disdain;
The fruits of hollow-heartedness,
Sufferings alone remain.
’Neath cruel storms of Fate,
Withers my crown of bay,
A sad and lonely life I lead,
Waiting my latest day.
Thus, struck by latter cold,
While howls the wintry wind,
Trembles upon the naked bough
The last leaf left behind.