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Where are they now, who were before
When hounds they bred and hawks they bore
And worked these fields, these woods?
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They danced with ladies in their leisure
And ate and drank and took their pleasure
In all things as they would.
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Where is their laughter, where their song
Where the cloaks, the dresses long?
Where the hawks and hounds?
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All their joy is gone away
Gladness changed to misery
All buried in the ground.
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(adapted from a Medieval poem)
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Flowering Poverello 