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a bird sang
along the banks
i cannot always feel his greatness
tell me not
to clothe the fiery thought
their beautiful hair
i've won the race
those black eyes i once so praised
like him whose spirit in the blaze of noon
out of the window a sea of green trees
shines the last age, the next with hope is seen
i said
in an old chamber softly lit

 



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