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there was never a sound beside the wood but one
beneath my window in a city street
white foam flower, red flame flower
there was a time in former years
beside a stricken field
you are my companion
all day to watch the blue wave curl and break
green afternoon serene and bright
days endeared to every muse
there is a country full of wine
the light withdrawn
when i looked into your eyes
night is dark, and the winter winds

 



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