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little gate was reached at last
i expect you
into the silent land
the shadows of the ships
here falls no light
why do you always stand there shivering
up from the meadows rich with corn
night was black and drear
roses and gold
and my name is truthful
have you seen walking through the village
sleep sweetly in your humble graves

 



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