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sun stepped down from his golden throne
since i have felt the sense of death
high-born race
i saw the archangels in my apple-tree last night
stay no more
all quiet along the potomac
with joy and wonder
a mist was driving down
the smell of the rose so false, the thorns so true
softly weeping

 



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