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come down at dawn from windless hills
i can not tell you now
the mountains they are silent folk
how like the stars are these white, nameless faces
and still they walked on
when freedom from her mountain height
do not turn your head
see, from this counterfeit of him
good woman
as it
we break the glass whose sacred wine
my sorrow, when she's here with me
two rows of cabbages

 



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