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 We sat and talked until the night, Descending, filled the little room; Our faces faded from the sight, Our voices only broke the gloom. We spake of many a vanished scene, Of what we once had thought and said, Of what had been, and might have been, And...  Littell's Living Age - 304. oldal 1849 Teljes nézet -
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