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WAITING
WHEN rose-leaves in long grasses fall
To hide their shattered head,
All tenderly the grasses tall
Bow down to veil the dead.
To hide their shattered head,
All tenderly the grasses tall
Bow down to veil the dead.
And there are hearts content to wait
Still as the grasses lie,
Till those they love, however late,
Turn there at last to die.
Still as the grasses lie,
Till those they love, however late,
Turn there at last to die.
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