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quietly, with reverance, in awe
the meadow was creeping
skies they were ashen and sober
though i am little as all little things
perhaps
my true love from her pillow rose
and so it goes
somewhere i read a strange, old, rusty tale
what spiteful chance steals unawares

 



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