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with her hair flaying wildly
i am weary of being bitter and weary of being wise
the smell of the rose so false, the thorns so true
there by the window in the old house
the dawn was apple-green
i saw god. do you doubt it?
among the mountains i wandered
softly now the light of day
a look is but a ray
when, full of warm and eager love
i know not where

 



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