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my mother twines me roses wet with dew
when sea-winds pierced our solitudes
look back with longing eyes and know that i will follow
i make my shroud, but no one knows
the air is full of dawn and spring
beside a stricken field
there was a time in former years
do i like it
when, full of warm and eager love
master of human destinies am i
my sorrow, when she's here with me
see i give myself to you

 



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