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their beautiful hair
do not grieve that it is over
i cannot always feel his greatness
see, from this counterfeit of him
high-born race
a sky that has never known sun, moon or stars
against the green flame of the hawthorn-tree
i shake my hair in the wind of morning
the meadow was creeping

 



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