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Over the edge of the purple down,    Where the single lamplight gleams,…


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I bring to thee, night, my day's empty cup, to be cleansed with thy cool…


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But he grew old—    This knight so bold—    And o’er his heart a…


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I’ve sent my empty pot again To beg another slip; The last you gave, I’m…


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The wine of Love is music,    And the feast of Love is song: And when…


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Some say the world will end in fire, Some say in ice. From what I’ve…