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The Midnight Garden

Who will remember us
In our midnight garden?
Who will share with us
A summer's pardon?

Where youth was ours
To touch and to feel;
Blindly beguiling hours
Were ours to steal.

Who will remember us
When paralysis of years
In age has blinded us
With imbecile tears?


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