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[00:05.64]Amabel by Thomas Hardy(excerpt)
[00:21.54]I maked her ruined hues,
[00:24.20]her custom-straitened views,
[00:26.59]and asked, “Can there indwell my Amabel?”
[00:32.72]I looked upon her gown,
[00:34.82]once rose, now earthen brown;
[00:38.85]The change was like the knell of Amabel.
[00:44.70]Her step’s mechanic ways
[00:46.98]had lost the life of May's;
[00:50.07]Her laugh, once sweet in swell,spoilt Amabel.
[00:59.67]I mused: “Who sings the strain
[01:03.01]I sang ere warmth did wane?
[01:05.82]Who thinks its numbers spell his Amabel?”
[01:11.83]‘Till the Last Trump, farewell,O Amabel!’
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