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happiness
master of human destinies am i
a mist was driving down
night is dark, and the winter winds
some one complained to the master
when i returned at sunset
she heard the children playing in the sun
i heard the wind all day
if it
in the dark and peace of my final bed
he came and took me by the hand
i do not pray for peace
o fair and stately maid, whose eyes

 



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