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" That rises after the sun goes down. It was one by the village clock When he galloped into Lexington. He saw the gilded weathercock Swim in the moonlight as he passed, And the meeting-house windows, blank and bare, Gaze at him with a spectral glare, As... "
Literature Reader - Σελίδα 333
των Leroy E. Armstrong - 1916
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