Poe, Edgar Allan: The Lake
The Lake (English)In spring of youth it was my lot But when the Night had thrown her pall Yet that terror was not fright, Death was in that poisonous wave,
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The Lake (English)In spring of youth it was my lot But when the Night had thrown her pall Yet that terror was not fright, Death was in that poisonous wave,
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