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from our hidden places
when you come tonight
i shake my hair in the wind of morning
give me
my son is dead and i am going blind
winged shadows sweeping by
thou unrelenting past
i had over-prepared the event
under dusky laurel leaf
often i think of the beautiful town
in an old chamber softly lit
o fair and stately maid, whose eyes

 



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