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Wait only till the stars peep out , The fairest shall be thine : 40 “ Wait only till the hand of eve Hath wholly closed yon western bars , And through the dark we two will steal Beneath the twinkling stars ! "“ The dark ? the dark ?
Wait only till the stars peep out , The fairest shall be thine : 40 “ Wait only till the hand of eve Hath wholly closed yon western bars , And through the dark we two will steal Beneath the twinkling stars ! "“ The dark ? the dark ?
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More dark 430 And dark the shades accumulate . The oak , Their own wan light through the reflected lines 470 Expanding its immense and knotty arms , Embraces the light beech . The pyramids Of his thin hair , distinct in the dark depth ...
More dark 430 And dark the shades accumulate . The oak , Their own wan light through the reflected lines 470 Expanding its immense and knotty arms , Embraces the light beech . The pyramids Of his thin hair , distinct in the dark depth ...
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DARK ROSALEEN 1 40 Oh ! my dark Rosaleen , Do not sigh , do not weep ! The priests are on the ocean green , They march along the deep . There's wine from the royal Pope Upon the ocean green , And Spanish ale shall give you hope ...
DARK ROSALEEN 1 40 Oh ! my dark Rosaleen , Do not sigh , do not weep ! The priests are on the ocean green , They march along the deep . There's wine from the royal Pope Upon the ocean green , And Spanish ale shall give you hope ...
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