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there was never a sound beside the wood but one
if it
with her hair flaying wildly
passing through huddled and ugly walls
some of the hurts you have cured
leave the lovely words unsaid
the arches of the red bridge
the lightning flashed, and lifted
dear wife
the agony of having too much power
over the river they beckon to me

 



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