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Adapted from Thomas Nashe...

Startzman · January 16, 2012

            #175

           Mortality

Brightness falls from evening air;

Queens have died both young and fair.

Dust hath closed grave Helen's eye;

Who are we to weep and sigh?

Tags: Helen, Thomas Nashe, eye, mortality, queens

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