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if the red slayer think he slays
i have seen the proudest stars
sad are they who know not love
they may talk of love in a cottage
now while my lips are living
when freedom from her mountain height
green afternoon serene and bright
better than granite
sweet with fern and rose
i despise my friends more than you
they ask me where i've been
let a joy keep you

 



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