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last midnight
skies they were ashen and sober
and how could you dream of meeting
mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam
one by one, like leaves from a tree
gone are the three, those sisters rare
sad are they who know not love
do the boys and girls still go
sun and wind and beat of sea
and still they walked on
a look is but a ray

 



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