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with the meek, brown eyes
my mother taught me that every night
have you heard
therefore i may not
beside a stricken field
winged shadows sweeping by
the meadow was creeping
a thousand silent years ago
i make my shroud, but no one knows
i reside at table mountain
my mother twines me roses wet with dew

 



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