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thoughts through my head
let us pity those who are better off than we are
i fill this cup
i heard the wind all day
to what shall a woman liken her beloved
weak-winged is song
while i stood listening, discreetly dumb
high walls and huge
have we no shame?
shines the last age, the next with hope is seen
i said, i have shut my heart

 



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