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hang no wreath
i know not where
do you think, my boy, when i put my arms around you
to what shall a woman liken her beloved
at midnight
up to her chamber window
one sweetly solemn thought
the old songs
earth travails
i went up and down the streets
some of the hurts you have cured
were it not for that singular smell

 



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