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i make my shroud, but no one knows
i sometimes wonder if it's really true
arched the flood
a poet, having taken the bridle off his tongue
renew the vision of delight
my soul is a dark ploughed field
in all things not spoken of
with joy and wonder
when a deed is done for freedom
i love the old melodious lays
the child who threw away leaf after leaf
will you glimmer on the sea?
i saw the clouds among the hills

 



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