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Live thy life,

Young and old,

Like yon oak,

Bright in spring,

Living Gold;

Summer-rich

Then; and then,

Autumn-changed,

Soberer hued

Gold again.

All his leaves

Fall’n at length,

Look, he stands,

Trunk and bough,

Naked strength.

Alfred Lord Tennyson

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