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Autumn again down every winding way That, in the days gone by, our footsteps pressed!— Instead of woven amaranth would I lay Above your dust—you gone by paths unguessed— Love’s deathless asphodel; Until some happier hour,—when, who shall say?— Brother in song, farewell!
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