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THREE SISTERS by ARTHUR DAVISON FICKE

First Line: GONE ARE THE THREE, THOSE SISTERS RARE
Last Line: BUT ONE WAS MINE.
Gone are the three, those sisters rare
With wonder-lips and eyes ashine.
One was wise and one was fair,
And one was mine.

Ye mourners, weave for the sleeping hair
Of only two, your ivy vine.
For one was wise and one was fair,
But one was mine.






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