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happy birthday poem

for truth, for love
my soul is a dark ploughed field
under dusky laurel leaf
do i like it
i despise my friends more than you
up from the south at break of day
there was never a sound beside the wood but one
a bird sang
have you seen walking through the village
old wine to drink
high walls and huge

 



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