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why are the things that have no death
against the green flame of the hawthorn-tree
world that changes under my hand
why so sad my lovely one?
and still they walked on
the air is full of dawn and spring
and how could you dream of meeting
i gazed upon the glorious sky
with lips blood red and heart of stone
those black eyes i once so praised
so lost

 



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