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By the Seaside.
We sat and talked until the night, Descending, filled the little room;Our faces faded from the sight, Our voices only broke the gloom.
We spake of many a vanished scene, Of what we once had thought and said,Of what had been, and might have been, And who was changed, and who was dead;
And all that fills the hearts of friends, When first they feel, with secret pain,Their lives thenceforth have separate ends, And never can be one again;
The first slight swerving of the heart, That words are powerless to express,And leave it still unsaid in part, Or say it in too great excess.
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