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night is dark, and the winter winds
up to her chamber window
the air is full of dawn and spring
i heard the wind all day
two rows of cabbages
her face is fair and smooth and fine
three days i heard them grieve when i lay dead
like him whose spirit in the blaze of noon
when freedom from her mountain height
high-born race
as it

 



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