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happy birthday poem

full of tears
once this soft turf
o fair and stately maid, whose eyes
if i should die, think only this of me
a look is but a ray
over the river, on the hill
never in all my life
these be
i reside at table mountain
here falls no light
the air is full of dawn and spring
the meadow was creeping

 



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