NIGHTINGALES warbled without, Within was weeping for thee: Shadows of three dead men Walk`d in the walks with me: Shadows of three dead men, and thou wast one of the three. Nightingales sang in the woods: The Master was far away: Nightingales warbled and sang Of a passion that lasts but a day; Still in the house in his coffin the Prince of courtesy lay. Two dead men have I known In courtesy like to thee: Two dead men have I loved With a love that ever will be: Three dead men have I loved, and thou art last of the three.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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