  Violets fade with the May, Purple and fragrant they die, Players live for a day. What is their legacy, pray? Where does their loveliness lie? Violets fade with the May. Actors in motley array Grace of your memory cry, Players live for a day. Where the sad pine trees sway Lonely the reft winds sigh, Violets fade with the May. Withered the wreaths of bay, Wine-cups are cracked and dry, Players live for a day. Clouds of the sunset sky, None shall their eulogy say, Violets fade with the May, Players live for a day. |
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