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melancholy, blue it was
i have heard them in the night
the meadow was creeping
mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam
had he and i but met
she has a clear, wind-sheltered loveliness
with the sunset
when i go back to earth
a pen of steel
i shake my hair in the wind of morning
if i should die, think only this of me
melancholy days have come
by the shore, by the sea

 



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