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EDGAR ALLAN POE
(With her love at my breast), That yon fancy me dead
That you shudder to look at me, Thinking me dead.
But my heart it is brighter
Than all of the many Stars in the sky,
For it sparkles with Annie It glows with the light
Of the love of my Annie With the thought of the light
Of the eyes of my Annie.
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��703 To One in Paradise
SHOU wast all that to me, love, For which my soul did pine A green isle in the sea, love, A fountain and a shrine, All wreathed with fairy fruits and flowers, And all the flowers were mine.
Now all my days are trances, And all my nightly dreams
Are where thy grey eye glances, And where thy footstep gleams
In what ethereal dances, By what eternal streams!
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