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i am a woman
the swan existing
now for a brisk and cheerful fight
to clothe the fiery thought
i hold your heart
leave the lovely words unsaid
and as we walked the grass was faintly stirred
i go my way complacently
into the silent land
and still they walked on
often is it not so?
it was a tall young oysterman
have you heard
i love my hour of wind and light

 



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