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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.