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LXXIV.
The streets so empty seem!
I wander through them, weary and sad:
Where once so many hearts were glad
I move, as in a dream.
I wander through them, weary and sad:
Where once so many hearts were glad
I move, as in a dream.
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So it will be, till after many days
Or few (fewer pangs to bear!)
I pass from London's thinly-peopled ways
To crowded paths and populous streets elsewhere.
Or few (fewer pangs to bear!)
I pass from London's thinly-peopled ways
To crowded paths and populous streets elsewhere.
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