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that year
i had a dream and i awoke with it
under the harvest moon
in your arms was still delight
eighty years have passed, and more
to clothe the fiery thought
thou unrelenting past
therefore i may not
glooms of the live-oaks
my mother twines me roses wet with dew
not from the whole wide world
earth travails

 



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