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when a deed is done for freedom
have you not heard
my mother twines me roses wet with dew
since i have felt the sense of death
who is the runner in the skies
daughter, thou art come to die
woman much missed, how you call to me, call to me
the swan existing
though love repine, and reason chafe
i went up and down the streets

 



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