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one by one, like leaves from a tree
i am in love with high far-seeing places
i cannot always feel his greatness
you are clear
stir
and breaketh bread no more
my mother taught me that every night
were it not for that singular smell
my true love from her pillow rose
thou unrelenting past
often i think of the beautiful town

 



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