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she must go back, she said
like eagles on up high
beneath my window in a city street
my soul is a dark ploughed field
listen to the sounding sea
under a spreading chestnut tree
i love the old melodious lays
three days i heard them grieve when i lay dead
a blue-black nubian plucking oranges
along a river-side
the poets tell

 



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