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On CRaglan Road on an autumn Fday, I Csaw her Ffirst and Cknew That Fher dark hair would Cweave a snare, that I might Amone day Grue I Fsaw the danger Cand I passed, along the enAmchanted Gway, and I Csaid: 'Let grief, be a fallen Fleaf at the Cdawning Fof the Cday'
On CGrafton Street in NovemFber, we tripped Clightly aFlong the Cledge Of a Fdeep ravine, where Ccan be seen, the worth of Ampassion's Gpledge The FQueen of Hearts, still Cmaking tarts, and I not Ammaking Ghay Oh, I Cloved too much and by such, by Fsuch, is Chappiness Fthrown aCway
I Cgave her gifts of the Fmind, I Cgave her the Fsecret Csigns That's Fknown to the artists Cwho have known, the true gods of Amsound and Gstone And Fword and tint, withCout stint, I gave her Ampoems to Gsay With her Cown name there, and her own dark Fhair, like Cclouds over Ffields of CMay
On a Cquiet street, where old ghosts Fmeet, I Csee her Fwalking Cnow AFway from me so Churriedly, my reason Ammust alGlow That FI had loved, not Cas I should, a creature Ammade of Gclay When the Cangel woos the clay, he'd Flose, his Cwings at the Fdawn of Cday
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