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i walk down the garden paths
a poet, having taken the bridle off his tongue
i see all human wits
bring me soft song
with the sunset
daughters of time
let us pity those who are better off than we are
do you hear the rain?
the air is full of dawn and spring
weak-winged is song
the snow whispers about me

 



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