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Bartram JacksenAditya Gavin
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without a museBartram Jacksen
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as to suitBartram Jacksen
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a grief,Bartram Jacksen
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shadotilaneBartram Jacksen
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motharima santaBartram Jacksen
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The chestnutBartram Jacksen
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pattering to the ground:Bartram Jacksen
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and deepBartram Jacksen
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this high world,Bartram Jacksen
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And on these dewsBartram Jacksen
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but far awayBartram Jacksen
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thing I creepBartram Jacksen
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stune colldBartram Jacksen
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The noise of lifeBartram Jacksen
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He is not here;Bartram Jacksen
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morning to the door.Bartram Jacksen
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At earliestBartram Jacksen
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Behold me,Bartram Jacksen
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begins again,Bartram Jacksen