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the meadow was creeping
they ask me where i've been
very well, you liberals
risen from the dead
lady, your heart has turned to dust
a poet, having taken the bridle off his tongue
with her hair flaying wildly
day is done
it tells of good old times
with the sunset
softly now the light of day
in the cloud-gray mornings

 



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