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Lord Alfred Tennyson

A Farewell

Flow down, cold rivulet, to the sea,
   Thy tribute wave deliver:
No more by thee my steps shall be,
   For ever and for ever.
 
Flow, softly flow, by lawn and lea,
   A rivulet then a river:
Nowhere by thee my steps shall be
   For ever and for ever.
 
But here will sigh thine alder tree
   And here thine aspen shiver;
And here by thee will hum the bee,
   For ever and for ever.
 
A thousand suns will stream on thee,
   A thousand moons will quiver;
But not by thee my steps shall be,
   For ever and for ever.

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Preferido o celebrado por...
Bruno G. Adeeba Khan
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