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A Dream of Death
| I dreamed that one had died in a strange place | | Near no accustomed hand; | | And they had nailed the
boards above her face, | | The peasants of that land, | | Wondering to lay her in that solitude, | | And raised
above her mound | | A cross they had made out of two bits of wood, | | And planted cypress round; | | And left
her to the indifferent stars above | | Until I carved these words: | | She was more beautiful than thy first love, | | But now lies under boards. |
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By PanEris
using Melati.
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