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LVI
O passion-toss'd and piteous past,Part now, part well, part wide apart,
As ever ships on ocean slid
Down, down the sea, hull, sail and mast;
And in the album of your heart
Let hide the pictures of your face,
With other pictures in their place,
Slid over, like a coffin's lid.
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