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 "Me thinks this heart..." by Emily Bronte 
						Me thinks this heart should rest awhileSo stilly round the evening falls
 The veiled sun sheds no parting smile
 Nor mirth nor music wakes my Halls
 
 I have sat lonely all the day
 Watching the drizzly mist descend
 And first conceal the hills in grey
 And then along the valleys wend
 
 And I have sat and watched the trees
 And the sad flowers how drear they blow
 Those flowers were formed to feel the breeze
 Wave their light leaves in summer's glow
 
 Yet their lives passed in gloomy woe
 And hopeless comes its dark decline
 And I lament because I know
 That cold departure pictures mine
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