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Epitaphium Erotii

Written by: Robert Louis Stevenson | Biography
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 HERE lies Erotion, whom at six years old
Fate pilfered.
Stranger (when I too am cold, Who shall succeed me in my rural field), To this small spirit annual honours yield! Bright be thy hearth, hale be thy babes, I crave And this, in thy green farm, the only grave.

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