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that year
dear wife
with the meek, brown eyes
looking beyond
splendid and terrible your love
could we but know
up from the meadows rich with corn
i had over-prepared the event
and as we walked the grass was faintly stirred
for truth, for love
shines the last age, the next with hope is seen
had he and i but met
how wild, how witch-like weird that life should be

 



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