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the arches of the red bridge
i stood by the open casement
the meadow was creeping
gone are the three, those sisters rare
last night the full moon laid a cloth of white
i can not tell you now
the fragrance came
renew the vision of delight
so lost
i am a woman
i am dying
melancholy days have come
now while my lips are living
why are the things that have no death

 



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