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along the banks
in may
woman much missed, how you call to me, call to me
sad are they who know not love
grieve not for the invisible
through the broad earth's aching breast
rose and amber was the sunset on the river
now while my lips are living
it was many and many a year ago
the hypocritic days
though i am little as all little things

 



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