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the meadow was creeping
last midnight
up from the south at break of day
the little pitiful, worn, laughing faces
and so it goes
doubtless i remember still
i go my way complacently
a blue-black nubian plucking oranges
i never knew the earth had so much gold
stay no more
softly weeping

 



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