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By Percy Bysshe ShelleySource: Percy Bysshe Shelley - PoetryDB (Public Domain)324 words
Cold, cold is the blast when December is howling, Cold are the damps on a dying man's brow,-- Stern are the seas when the wild waves are rolling, And sad is the grave where a loved one lies low; But c...
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