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wheel me down by the meadow
lo! 'tis a gala night
sadly speaking
so lost
i fill this cup
white foam flower, red flame flower
the air is full of dawn and spring
in an old chamber softly lit
once this soft turf
for truth, for love
beside a stricken field
i wonder where you live
three years ago today

 



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