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there were three in the meadow by the brook
hang no wreath
up from the south at break of day
skies they were ashen and sober
the arches of the red bridge
sad are they who know not love
i am the wind that wavers
i saw the first pear
the darkness steals the forms of all the queens
to what shall a woman liken her beloved

 



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