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three days i heard them grieve when i lay dead
i am in love with high far-seeing places
musing, between the sunset and the dark
i made a vow once, one only
where shall i find you
music i heard with you was more than music
it was the autumn of the year
a bird sang
there is no escape by the river
what spiteful chance steals unawares
were it not for that singular smell
tell me less or tell me more
o fair and stately maid, whose eyes
i love my hour of wind and light

 



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