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MY beautiful beech, your smooth grey coat is trimmed / With letters. Once, each stood for all things dear / To foolish lovers, dead this many a year, / Whose lamp of lighted love so soon was dimmed.
You have seen them come and go, / And heard their kisses and vows / Under your boughs, / The pitiful vows they swore, / Have seen their poor tears flow, / Have seen them part; to meet, and to return, no more!