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she was a beauty in the days
some one complained to the master
the mountains they are silent folk
who loves the rain
when i returned at sunset
i saw you hunched and shivering on the stones
shines the last age, the next with hope is seen
within my hand i hold
beneath my window in a city street
there is no escape by the river
though i am little as all little things
arched the flood

 



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