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Fate.
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I had not meant
With grave intent
To seek you out, when there I leant
To watch you pass
Across the grass;
But at the gate—
Oh, was it fate

That did discover
There a lover,
In one who'd been so long a rover
He'd half forgot
The common lot,
The common fate,
Might him await?


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