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little gate was reached at last
in all things not spoken of
over the river they beckon to me
often i think of the beautiful town
a little peach in the orchard grew
my mother twines me roses wet with dew
of sun nor stars
do you hear the rain?
i fill this cup
shines the last age, the next with hope is seen

 



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