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: 71 67 81
RGB: 71 67 81
HEX: #A9372D
RGB: 169 55 45
RGB: 169 55 45
HEX: #DB6324
RGB: 219 99 36
RGB: 219 99 36
HEX: #3D6F92
RGB: 61 111 146
RGB: 61 111 146
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RGB: 228 181 89
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.
