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had he and i but met
o fair and stately maid, whose eyes
woman much missed, how you call to me, call to me
sitting in his rocker waiting for your tea
the darkness steals the forms of all the queens
white foam flower, red flame flower
with the meek, brown eyes
how like the stars are these white, nameless faces
now for a brisk and cheerful fight
just as my fingers on these keys
why do

 



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