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She walks in beauty like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies And all that’s best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes: Thus mellowed to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
She walks in beauty like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies And all that’s best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes: Thus mellowed to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
