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uplifting, as the wind blew
as a naked man i go
my son is dead and i am going blind
i shake my hair in the wind of morning
have you seen walking through the village
to come so soon to this imagined dark
all my love for my sweet
the pale day drowses on the western steep
by the rude bridge
my sorrow, when she's here with me
i never knew the earth had so much gold
she might have known it in the earlier spring
there are three ways in which men take
some of the hurts you have cured

 



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