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 When I remember all The friends, so linked together, I've seen around me fall, Like leaves in wintry weather, I feel like one Who treads alone Some banquet hall deserted, Whose lights are fled, Whose garlands dead, And all but he departed.  Gentleman's Magazine and Historical Review - Pagina 524 1820 Volledige weergave -
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