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mysterious night
the meadow was creeping
this ancient silver bowl of mine
i have to say good-night
three years ago today
wheel me down by the meadow
we lay
be not false
in mournful numbers
sitting in his rocker waiting for your tea
though love repine, and reason chafe
why so sad my lovely one?

 



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