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high-born race
beneath my window in a city street
desolate and lone
the rain was over, and the brilliant air
which i wish to remark
backward, turn backward
gaily through the fields we danced
are you alive?
i flung my soul to the air like a falcon flying
against the green flame of the hawthorn-tree
if i should die, think only this of me
so lost
beautiful

 



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