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the endless, foolish merriment of stars
uplifting, as the wind blew
stand here by my side
i see all human wits
green afternoon serene and bright
since i have felt the sense of death
there were three in the meadow by the brook
some of the hurts you have cured
in an old chamber softly lit
lady, your heart has turned to dust
there is an hour of peaceful rest

 



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