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a thin gray shadow on the edge of thought
i never knew the earth had so much gold
and as we walked the grass was faintly stirred
my soul is a dark ploughed field
i do not pray for peace
a few more windy days
i am a woman
i am singing to you
i walk down the garden paths
from floor to ceiling
we lay
it was many and many a year ago
those black eyes i once so praised
the old songs

 



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