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i never knew the earth had so much gold
thoughts through my head
in the cloud-gray mornings
shines the last age, the next with hope is seen
perhaps
melancholy, blue it was
with the meek, brown eyes
to what shall a woman liken her beloved
i am in love with high far-seeing places
the child who threw away leaf after leaf
there are three ways in which men take
my soul is a dark ploughed field

 



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