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A collection of poetry by Scottish writer Robert Louis Stevenson.

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Soon Our Friends Perish

Soon our friends perish, Soon all we cherish Fades as days darken⁠—goes as flowers go. Soon in December Over an ember, Lonely we hearken, as loud winds blow.

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