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When will the stream be aweary of
flowing under my eye?
When will the wind be aweary of
blowing over the sky?

When will the clouds be aweary
of fleeting?
When will the heart be aweary of
beating....

... and nature die?

Never, oh! Never, nothing will
die; the stream flows,
the wind blows, the cloud fleets, the
heart beats...

Nothing will die.