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When the last greyness dwells throughout the air,
And the first star appears,
Appeared to me a lady very fair.

I seemed to know her well by her sweet air;
And, gazing, I was hers.
To honour her, I followed her: and then . . .
Ah! what thou givest, God give thee again,
Whenever thou remain'st as I remain.
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