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christmas poems

as it
there are gains for all our losses
a mist was driving down
she must go back, she said
look out upon the stars, my love
high-born race
woman much missed, how you call to me, call to me
i love the old melodious lays
daughters of time
there is a city, builded by no hand
the light withdrawn
i reside at table mountain
i shake my hair in the wind of morning
from our hidden places

 



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