Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди))

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We say we shall not meet
Again beneath this sky,
And turn with leaden feet,
Murmuring ‘Good-bye!’

But laugh at how we rued
Our former time’s adieu
When those who went for good
Are met anew.

We talk in lightest vein
On trifles talked before,
And part to meet again,
But meet no more.

1. If You Had Known
2. Our Old Friend Dualism
3. When Oats Were Reaped
4. Paying Calls
5. The Shadow on the Stone

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