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love friendship poem

gaily through the fields we danced
let us plant
there were three in the meadow by the brook
you are beautiful and faded
bring me soft song
were it not for that singular smell
look out upon the stars, my love
royal feast was done
among the mountains i wandered
my soul is a dark ploughed field
under dusky laurel leaf
i have had one fear in my life
up from the meadows rich with corn

 



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