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there were three in the meadow by the brook
out of me unworthy and unknown
somewhere i read a strange, old, rusty tale
one sweetly solemn thought
when freedom from her mountain height
he speaks not well
there was never a sound beside the wood but one
awful truths these be
were it not for that singular smell

 



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