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my mother twines me roses wet with dew
afraid no more, i say
the mountains they are silent folk
how wild, how witch-like weird that life should be
night is dark, and the winter winds
passing through huddled and ugly walls
i think it just splendid
let us express our baser passions
a very remarkable history this is

 



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