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there was never a sound beside the wood but one
the mountains they are silent folk
there are gains for all our losses
earth travails
woman much missed, how you call to me, call to me
wrap the earth in cloudy weather
when the hours of day are numbered
she heard the children playing in the sun
good woman
i loved a woman

 



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