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we who stood
glooms of the live-oaks
if it
there is no escape by the river
o fair and stately maid, whose eyes
thoughts through my head
my soul is a dark ploughed field
we were not many
daughters of time
it is true that you say the gods are more use to you than fairies
never in all my life

 



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