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lived by the river-side
quietly, with reverance, in awe
among the smoke and fog of a december afternoon
a flying word from here and there
daughter, thou art come to die
were it not for that singular smell
rising moon has hid the stars
i have had one fear in my life
the hypocritic days
often is it not so?

 



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