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if the red slayer think he slays
i saw the clouds among the hills
here lies a most beautiful lady
night was black and drear
the little pitiful, worn, laughing faces
sun and wind and beat of sea
come down at dawn from windless hills
there was a time in former years
you are my companion

 



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