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there is no flock, however watched and tended
i am dying
softly now the light of day
if i were very sure
the light withdrawn
when i was broke in london
there was never a sound beside the wood but one
i reside at table mountain
perhaps
under the harvest moon
he'd even have his joke
arched the flood
stir
if the red slayer think he slays

 



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