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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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