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beside a stricken field
out of the deep and the dark
the long resounding marble corridors
do the boys and girls still go
the smell of the rose so false, the thorns so true
above them all, looking down
i am singing to you
last night the full moon laid a cloth of white
i shake my hair in the wind of morning
i love to steal awhile away
the snow whispers about me

 



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