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my true love from her pillow rose
there is a country full of wine
i love my hour of wind and light
come down at dawn from windless hills
storm
through the broad earth's aching breast
to be able to see every side of every question
why then, must we see?
gone before us
see, from this counterfeit of him
have you seen walking through the village
stern cold man

 



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