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grandma poem

high-born race
i am fevered
i reside at table mountain
mysterious night
love me at last, or if you will not
why then, must we see?
the meadow was creeping
rocked in the cradle of the deep
god
she has a clear, wind-sheltered loveliness
my true love from her pillow rose

 



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