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i see all human wits
there was never a sound beside the wood but one
under the harvest moon
she said
i have seen the proudest stars
the endless, foolish merriment of stars
desolate and lone
all those treasures that lie
and how could you dream of meeting
i reside at table mountain
all day to watch the blue wave curl and break
rising moon has hid the stars
a few more windy days

 



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