Move Away, Move Away,
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Emmanuel George Cefai
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Move away, move away,
the rose is dried
the leaf is seared
and the trees weep.
Half naked are the boughs
half naked forests
below the cruel rains
below the cruel frosts
Winter it be
but ah! what cruelty!
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