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the meadow was creeping
night was black and drear
love me at last, or if you will not
now while my lips are living
the swan existing
above them all, looking down
once this soft turf
as a naked man i go
muffled drum's sad roll has beat
often i think of the beautiful town
let us plant
a flying word from here and there

 



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