ashes where the bodies burning.
That in trim gardens takes his pleasure.
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The skies yet blushing with departing light,
When falling dews with spangles deck'd the glade,
And the low sun had lengthened every shade.
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RGB: 245 36 248
RGB: 245 36 248
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RGB: 118 134 175
RGB: 118 134 175
HEX: #681195
RGB: 104 17 149
RGB: 104 17 149
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RGB: 170 207 196
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RGB: 222 255 160
Cannot be heard, cannot be smelt.
It lies behind stars and under hills,
And empty holes it fills.
It comes first and follows after
Ends life, kills laughter.