How like a winter hath my absence been. From thee, the pleasure of the fleeting year What freezings have I felt, what dark days seen, What old December's bareness everywhere
How like a winter hath my absence been. From thee, the pleasure of the fleeting year What freezings have I felt, what dark days seen, What old December's bareness everywhere
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