How many friends death steals how many more

How many friends death steals how many more
Doth time prove false that seemed so true before
Where are those warm with yesterday — gone gone
Like summer birds when winter cometh on
Where those so warm at yester evenings close
Gone as the cuckoo with the summer goes
They met us happy but on yesterday
& leave us lonely with our griefs today
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