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My eyes make pictures when they are shut.
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To know, to esteem, to love, and then to part,Makes up life's tale to many a feeling heart!
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I stood in unimaginable tranceAnd agony that cannot be remembered.
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And the spring comes slowly up this way.
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A lady richly clad as she,Beautiful exceedingly.
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Carv'd with figures strange and sweet,All made out of the carver's brain.
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Each matin bell, the Baron saith,Knells us back to a world of death.
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Her face, oh call it fair, not pale!
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