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...Here is a sonnet he would have appreciated: When I do count the clock that tells the time, And see the brave day sunk in hideous night; When I behold the violet past prime, And sable curls, all silver'd o'ver with white; When lofty trees I see barren of leaves, Which erst from head did canopy the herd,... | |
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