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La Belle
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Pale
warriors
Alone
and palelt loitering on the
cold hillside
The
harvests
done
No
birds
sing
Faery‘s
child
In language
strange
she said
I love thee true
Knight
at
arms
On thy
cheek
a
fading
rose
Pale kings and princes too,
pale
warriors
death
pale