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with joy and wonder
i can not tell you now
my mother twines me roses wet with dew
a look is but a ray
stir
stand here by my side
for i was a gaunt, grave councillor
let us express our baser passions
that year
pushing out, struggling vainly
there was a time in former years
do i like it
stern cold man

 



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