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my true love from her pillow rose
stuff of the moon
beneath the warrior's helm
softly now the light of day
uplifting, as the wind blew
a little peach in the orchard grew
the saddest of the year
grieve not for the invisible
braided and woven
fat black bucks in a wine-barrel room
in their ragged regimentals

 



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