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Vague memories, nothing but memories.
When you are passing;
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Heaven has put away the stroke of her doom,
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For old sakes sake.
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Recovered him upon the bed of death.
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In that mysterious, always brimming lake
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And I am afraid that you will run
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Broken Dreams
Your small hands were not beautiful,
When age might well have chilled his blood.
But maybe some old gaffer mutters a blessing
The last stroke of midnight dies.
The certainty that I shall see that lady
Has set me muttering like a fool.
All day in the one chair
For your sole sake - that all hearts ache have known,
In rambling talk with an image of air:
Your beauty can but leave among us
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The hands that I have kissed,
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And yet your body had a flaw:
Where those What have obeyed the holy law
By merely walking in a room.
Young men no longer suddenly catch their breath
Because it was your prayer
THERE is grey in your hair.