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i heard the wind all day
we were not many
daughter, thou art come to die
i saw you hunched and shivering on the stones
if it
gone are the three, those sisters rare
are you awake?
tripping up, falling down
the pale day drowses on the western steep
i had a dream and i awoke with it

 



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