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when i returned at sunset
i love my hour of wind and light
days endeared to every muse
sing again the song you sung
for these white arms about my neck
i know what you're going to say
in an old chamber softly lit
for i was a gaunt, grave councillor
i know not where
and still they walked on

 



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