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a look is but a ray
all within and all without me
the fragrance came
last night the full moon laid a cloth of white
there are gains for all our losses
passing through huddled and ugly walls
as it
our pleasant moments fly
when i was a boy at college
o fair and stately maid, whose eyes
blossoms of babies
with the meek, brown eyes
in mournful numbers

 



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