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thanksgiving poem

i am the wind that wavers
a storm is riding on the tide
in september
the body may confine
it was the autumn of the year
god
sweet splendor
as a white candle
my true love from her pillow rose
there is a country full of wine
i saw the clouds among the hills

 



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