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marriage poem

when the veil from the eyes is lifted
in all things not spoken of
and my name is truthful
there is no flock, however watched and tended
do not grieve that it is over
to what shall a woman liken her beloved
how wild, how witch-like weird that life should be
do you hear the rain?

 



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