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the sky
night was black and drear
against the green flame of the hawthorn-tree
i have heard them in the night
a very remarkable history this is
though i am little as all little things
tell me
daughter, thou art come to die
in may
a few more windy days
which i wish to remark
skies they were ashen and sober
so fallen
why are the things that have no death

 



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