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THE PEOPLE OF ROSSETTI'S PICTVRES
They
are not of this common day;
They are not of our human clay;
I know not what they are nor who;
They are not of our human clay;
I know not what they are nor who;
Their world is very far away;
But whence they are my soul is too,
And thither seeketh, her life through.
But whence they are my soul is too,
And thither seeketh, her life through.
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