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fall poetry

i love my hour of wind and light
one with you
one by one, like leaves from a tree
i saw the clouds among the hills
no prey am i of poor thoughts
day is done
woman much missed, how you call to me, call to me
it was a tall young oysterman
he came and took me by the hand
there is a city, builded by no hand
i expect you

 



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