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three days i heard them grieve when i lay dead
it was many and many a year ago
musing, between the sunset and the dark
there are three ways in which men take
she burst fierce wine
and my name is truthful
there is a city, builded by no hand
music i heard with you was more than music
let me be sad
though i am little as all little things
hang no wreath

 



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