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in may
these be
muffled drum's sad roll has beat
i am in love with high far-seeing places
could we but know
skies they were ashen and sober
in an old chamber softly lit
up and down he goes
come down at dawn from windless hills
what shall we do now
i went up and down the streets

 



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