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i saw the first pear
the fragrance came
there was never a sound beside the wood but one
i said, i have shut my heart
within this lowly grave a conqueror lies
stay no more
woman much missed, how you call to me, call to me
the snow whispers about me
how wild, how witch-like weird that life should be
it tells of good old times

 



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