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my soul is a dark ploughed field
uplifting, as the wind blew
let a joy keep you
tell me
there were three in the meadow by the brook
the darkness rolls upward
quietly, with reverance, in awe
beautiful, tragical faces
see, from this counterfeit of him

 



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