My spirit will not haunt the mound Above my breast, But travel, memory-possessed, To where my tremulous being found Life largest, best. My phantom-footed shape will go When nightfall grays Hither and thither along the ways I and another used to know In backward days. And there you`ll find me, if a jot You still should care For me, and for my curious air; If otherwise, then I shall not, For you, be there.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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