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De Profundis

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I

The face, which, duly as the sun,
Rose up for me with life begun,
To mark all bright hours of the day
With hourly love, is dimmed away—
And yet my days go on, go on.

II

The tongue which, like a stream, could run
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Brian Jani 02 May 2014

Nice poem I like it very much

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