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passing through huddled and ugly walls
i have heard them in the night
in their ragged regimentals
she must go back, she said
the meadow was creeping
he's gone
tell me less or tell me more
musing, between the sunset and the dark
a look is but a ray
the darkness rolls upward
never in all my life
there were three in the meadow by the brook
when freedom from her mountain height

 



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