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The lady's shadow lies Upon the running river; It lieth no less in its quietness, For that which resteth never: Most like a trusting heart Upon a passing faith, Or as upon the course of life The steadfast doom of death. Margret, Margret.
The lady's shadow lies Upon the running river; It lieth no less in its quietness, For that which resteth never: Most like a trusting heart Upon a passing faith, Or as upon the course of life The steadfast doom of death. Margret, Margret.