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one sweetly solemn thought
under the harvest moon
in may
along the banks
the long resounding marble corridors
but alas, just dreams
of sun nor stars
and as we walked the grass was faintly stirred
doubtless i remember still
the old songs
burly, dozing humble-bee
master of human destinies am i
softly weeping
happiness

 



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