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it was the autumn of the year
not from the whole wide world
my soul is a dark ploughed field
stir
all those treasures that lie
braided and woven
passing through huddled and ugly walls
wrap the earth in cloudy weather
let me move slowly through the street
be not angry with me
we were not many
the single clenched fist lifted and ready
you say you love me

 



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