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from our hidden places
i stood
up from the meadows rich with corn
braided and woven
out of me unworthy and unknown
storm
it was a tall young oysterman
i loved a woman
they threw a stone, you threw a stone
those on the top say they know you, earth-they are liars
when, full of warm and eager love
earth travails
sing again the song you sung


 



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