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little gate was reached at last
out of the window a sea of green trees
full of tears
truely
the mountains they are silent folk
now for a brisk and cheerful fight
i saw god. do you doubt it?
a storm is riding on the tide
my mother twines me roses wet with dew
to what shall a woman liken her beloved
doubtless i remember still
this is the arsenal

 



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