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.
HEX: #4F447F
RGB: 79 68 127
RGB: 79 68 127
HEX: #BBBCC5
RGB: 187 188 197
RGB: 187 188 197
HEX: #FA5788
RGB: 250 87 136
RGB: 250 87 136
HEX: #FDD6C2
RGB: 253 214 194
RGB: 253 214 194
HEX: #EDF3C1
RGB: 237 243 193
RGB: 237 243 193
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.
