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once this soft turf
all my love for my sweet
in his guarded tent
at midnight
be not false
uplifting, as the wind blew
city that is not a city
let us plant
these be
if it
wheel me down by the meadow
very well, you liberals
a thousand silent years ago
i shake my hair in the wind of morning

 



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