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 What News by Walter Savage Landor 
						Here, ever since you went abroad,If there be change, no change I see,
 I only walk our wonted road,
 The road is only walkt by me.
 
 Yes; I forgot; a change there is;
 Was it of that you bade me tell?
 I catch at times, at times I miss
 The sight, the tone, I know so well.
 
 Only two months since you stood here!
 Two shortest months! then tell me why
 Voices are harsher than they were,
 And tears are longer ere they dry.
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