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My love lived there! And now
'Tis but a shell of brick,
New-painted, flowered about —
So far from being quick
As night when stars die out.

From windows gaily wide,
Where once the curtained dark
My heaven used to hide,
The memories wan and stark
Troop down to me outside.
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