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Let the red dawn surmise
What we shall do,
When this blue starlight dies
And all is through.
If we have loved but well
Under the sun,
Let the last morrow tell
What we have done
What we shall do,
When this blue starlight dies
And all is through.
If we have loved but well
Under the sun,
Let the last morrow tell
What we have done
