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up and down he goes
the air is full of dawn and spring
give me hunger
sweet with fern and rose
who will be naming the wind
while i stood listening, discreetly dumb
i expect you
a pen of steel
royal feast was done
could we but know
tell me
i love my hour of wind and light
hang no wreath
all day to watch the blue wave curl and break

 



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