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world that changes under my hand
there is an hour of peaceful rest
my soul is a dark ploughed field
when sea-winds pierced our solitudes
all day to watch the blue wave curl and break
the body may confine
who loves the rain
beautiful, tragical faces
in mournful numbers

 



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