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i know not where
along a river-side
from our hidden places
though i am little as all little things
desolate and lone
with joy and wonder
how wild, how witch-like weird that life should be
i never knew the earth had so much gold
all my love for my sweet
if i had known how narrow a prison is love
on and on
i flung my soul to the air like a falcon flying
woman much missed, how you call to me, call to me
just as my fingers on these keys

 



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