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my soul is a dark ploughed field
to clothe the fiery thought
quietly, with reverance, in awe
my son is dead and i am going blind
birds against the april wind
sleep sweetly in your humble graves
i went up and down the streets
still her gray rocks tower above the sea
the sky
the pale day drowses on the western steep
little gate was reached at last

 



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