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POEMS. 153
��XV.
T7 ACH that we lose takes part of us ; -*-' A crescent still abides, Which like the moon, some turbid night, Is summoned by the tides.
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POEMS. 153
��XV.
T7 ACH that we lose takes part of us ; -*-' A crescent still abides, Which like the moon, some turbid night, Is summoned by the tides.
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