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Emily Jane Bronte - That Wind I Used To Hear It Swelling
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That wind I used to hear it swelling
    With joy divinely deep
    You might have seen my hot tears welling
    But rapture made me weep

    I used to love on winter nights
    To lie and dream alone
    Of all the hopes and real delights
    My early years had known

    And oh above the rest of those
    That coming time should [bear]
    Like heaven`s own glorious stars they rose
    Still beaming bright and fair
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