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F A T E.
The hour was late—
Oh, was it fate?
I stayed a moment at the gate
To see you pass
Across the grass.
The hour was late—
Oh, was it fate?
For as you sped
With hurrying tread,
You lifted up your bending head,
And caught with fear
My shadow near;
It barred the gate—
Oh, was it fate?
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