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with the meek, brown eyes
why do
tell me not
white foam flower, red flame flower
listen
sleep, gray brother of death
softly now the light of day
daughter, thou art come to die
blossoms of babies
sun stepped down from his golden throne
the meadow was creeping
it was many and many a year ago
to the passionate lover

 



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