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The book is completed,
And closed, like the day;
And the hand that has written it
Lays it away.
And closed, like the day;
And the hand that has written it
Lays it away.
Dim grow its fancies;
Forgotten they lie;
Like coals in the ashes,
They darken and die.
Forgotten they lie;
Like coals in the ashes,
They darken and die.
Song sinks into silence,
The story is told,
The windows are darkened,
The hearth-stone is cold.
The story is told,
The windows are darkened,
The hearth-stone is cold.
