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i am in love with high far-seeing places
i saw the clouds among the hills
i've won the race
desolate and lone
see, from this counterfeit of him
wheel me down by the meadow
the saddest of the year
my son is dead and i am going blind
i make my shroud, but no one knows
often is it not so?

 



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