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I died for Beauty – but was scarce

Adjusted in the Tomb

When One who died for Truth, was lain

In an adjoininig Room –

 

He questioned softly “Why I failed”?

“For Beauty”, I replied –

“And I – for Truth – Themself are One –

We Bretheren, are”, He said –

 

And so, as Kinsmen, met a Night –

We talked between the Rooms –

Until The Moss had reached our lips –

And covered up – our names –

 

 

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