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who loves the rain
let us plant
it was the autumn of the year
love me at last, or if you will not
woman much missed, how you call to me, call to me
within this lowly grave a conqueror lies
the sun is up
within my hand i hold
why so sad my lovely one?
calm as that second summer
along a river-side
city that is not a city

 



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