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BEAUTIFUL LIE THE DEAD
Beautiful lie the dead;
Clear comes each feature;
Satisfied not to be,
Strangely contented.
Clear comes each feature;
Satisfied not to be,
Strangely contented.
Like ships, the anchor dropped,
Furled every sail is;
Mirrored with all their masts
In a deep water.
Furled every sail is;
Mirrored with all their masts
In a deep water.
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