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skies they were ashen and sober
who will be naming the wind
often i think of the beautiful town
under dusky laurel leaf
somewhere i read a strange, old, rusty tale
over the river, on the hill
old wine to drink
perhaps it is no matter that you died
above them all, looking down
she heard the children playing in the sun

 



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