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III
Long years we've trod our dusty path together,Years duller e'en than when retraced in rhyme,
Sharing alike Fate's storms and sunny weather,—
Three silently have floated through the void of time,
The fourth still stays his ruffled plumes to feather,
And make his last record of sin and crime,—
Fancy e'en now can hear his dusky wing
Flutter and flap at parting, while I sing.
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