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gaily through the fields we danced
i stand in the cold gray weather
softly weeping
stern cold man
high-born race
looking beyond
the little pitiful, worn, laughing faces
like him whose spirit in the blaze of noon
there was never a sound beside the wood but one
if i were very sure

 



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