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some one complained to the master
along a river-side
i stood by the open casement
the meadow was creeping
i see all human wits
do not turn your head
here falls no light
have you not heard
there was never a sound beside the wood but one
o fair and stately maid, whose eyes
have you heard
with lips blood red and heart of stone

 



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