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  1. weeping willow
    by the dark waters–
    the storm rages on

    –

    to one in paradise, poe

    “thou wast all that to me, love,
        for which my soul did pine-
        a green isle in the sea, love,
        a fountain and a shrine,
        all wreathed with fairy fruits and flowers,
        and all the flowers were mine…”

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