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she heard the children playing in the sun
what do i owe to you
they may talk of love in a cottage
old wine to drink
to some the fat gods
the light withdrawn
the rain was over, and the brilliant air
my soul is a dark ploughed field
how shall i help to right the world that is going wrong
beautiful, tragical faces
therefore i may not
three years ago today

 



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