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We kissed there in the stone entrance,
In the great cool stone mouth of the building,
Before it took you.
We kissed under the granite arches.
And then you turned and were gone,
And high about and above were the hard towered walls—
The terrible weights of stone, relentless—
But for the moment they had been kind to us,
Folding us with arms,
While we kissed.
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