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wrenbyrd's उद्धारणहरू
Thomas Gray
- Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard
The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, the lowing herd wind slowly o'er the lea, the plowman homeward plods his weary way, and leaves the world to darkness and to me.