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And Pleasure, blind with tears, led by the gleam Of her own dying smile instead of eyes,-- Came in slow pomp;--the moving pomp might seem Like pageantry of mist on an autumnal stream. -Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792-1822), Adonais |
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