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all my love for my sweet
i stood
i saw the clouds among the hills
the smell of the rose so false, the thorns so true
and breaketh bread no more
last midnight
what do i owe to you
brother, i am fire
i flung my soul to the air like a falcon flying
sweet and strong
very well, you liberals
in his guarded tent

 



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