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I died for Beauty — but was scarce

Adjusted in the Tomb

When One who died for Truth, was lain

In an adjoining room —

He questioned softly «Why I failed»?

«For Beauty», I replied —

«And I — for Truth – Themself are One —

We Brethren, are», He said —

And so, as Kinsmen, met a Night —

We talked between the Rooms —

Until the Moss had reached our lips —

And covered up — our names —

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