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i am the wind that wavers
she burst fierce wine
daughter, thou art come to die
a mist was driving down
by the shore, by the sea
in your arms was still delight
if i should die, think only this of me
braided and woven
better than granite
the sky
last midnight
the meadow was creeping

 



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