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tell me not
their beautiful hair
green afternoon serene and bright
you say you love me
in his guarded tent
we break the glass whose sacred wine
very well, you liberals
there was never a sound beside the wood but one
o fair and stately maid, whose eyes
beautiful
how wild, how witch-like weird that life should be
brief on a flying night
you are beautiful and faded

 



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