Alt var dig, ja, alt var dig,
Dagens Jubel paa min Vei,
Dagen, da den skyløs hælded.
Dagen, da den brast bag Fjeldet.
Aa farvel, du lyse Dag,
som nu segner mat og svag,
Roser, Roser, Roser røde,
skal i Afskedsstunden gløde!
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