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in your arms was still delight
no prey am i of poor thoughts
when a deed is done for freedom
i am dying
with the meek, brown eyes
sun stepped down from his golden throne
these hearts were woven of human joys and cares
full of tears
up from the meadows rich with corn
to come so soon to this imagined dark
softly weeping


 



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