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he'd even have his joke
made up of loveliness alone
never in all my life
the meadow was creeping
and breaketh bread no more
she knows a cheap release
i have cast the world
i am the wind that wavers
beside a stricken field
i hold your heart
i am a woman
those black eyes i once so praised
last midnight
rose and amber was the sunset on the river

 



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