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were it not for that singular smell
though love repine, and reason chafe
mysterious night
the darkness rolls upward
in the sphere
my mother twines me roses wet with dew
one sweetly solemn thought
when i go back to earth
and how could you dream of meeting
up from the meadows rich with corn
now that i have cooled to you

 



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