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there was never a sound beside the wood but one
sing again the song you sung
to come so soon to this imagined dark
mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam
the long resounding marble corridors
what spiteful chance steals unawares
but alas, just dreams
so fallen
when, full of warm and eager love

 



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