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THE WANDERER
There
stood a girl with a golden key
At the gate of Paradise;
A rose she gathered and gave it me;
Alas! I was not wise.
At the gate of Paradise;
A rose she gathered and gave it me;
Alas! I was not wise.
She walketh where the lilies shine;
I go where the wind goes;
Hers is the key of Eden, mine
The world and a withered rose.
I go where the wind goes;
Hers is the key of Eden, mine
The world and a withered rose.
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