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i shake my hair in the wind of morning
up to her chamber window
gone are the three, those sisters rare
a gleam of gold in gloom and gray
my son is dead and i am going blind
uplifting, as the wind blew
though i am little as all little things
i burn no incense
there was a time in former years
so lost

 



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