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within my hand i hold
therefore i may not
she might have known it in the earlier spring
i saw with open eyes
why so sad my lovely one?
there is no escape by the river
storm
as a white candle
as i lie roofed in, screened in
i burn no incense
it was a tall young oysterman

 



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