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to what shall a woman liken her beloved
tell me not
night is dark, and the winter winds
who is the runner in the skies
i gazed upon the glorious sky
with the sunset
the meadow was creeping
days endeared to every muse
there was a strangeness on your lips
with lips blood red and heart of stone
could we but know

 



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