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in and of itself
you say you love me
you are my companion
and so it goes
there is no flock, however watched and tended
with the meek, brown eyes
in your arms was still delight
shines the last age, the next with hope is seen
be patient, life, when love is at the gate
up from the meadows rich with corn
it was the autumn of the year

 



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