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he simply-cut memorial at my headPerhaps may takeA Gothic form, and that above your bedBe Greek in make;No linking symbol show thereon for our tale’s sake. V And in the monotonous moils of strained, hard-runHumanity,The eternal tie which binds us twain in oneNo eye will seeStretching across the miles that sever you from me.
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