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Locksley Hall
By Lord Alfred TennysonSource: Lord Alfred Tennyson - PoetryDB (Public Domain)2052 words
Comrades, leave me here a little, while as yet 't is early morn: Leave me here, and when you want me, sound upon the bugle-horn. 'T is the place, and all around it, as of old, the curlews call, Drear...
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