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July 8, 2009 in Poems | No comments
She died at play, Gambolled away Her lease of spotted hours, Then sank as gaily as a Turn Upon a Couch of flowers.
Her ghost strolled softly o’er the hill Yesterday, and Today, Her vestments as the silver fleece – Her countenance as spray.
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