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i fill this cup
gone before us
as evening falls
i have cast the world
i expect you
i saw the archangels in my apple-tree last night
the endless, foolish merriment of stars
some one complained to the master
before the solemn bronze saint
here lies a most beautiful lady
they may talk of love in a cottage
i stand in the cold gray weather

 



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