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it is true that you say the gods are more use to you than fairies
my true love from her pillow rose
a storm is riding on the tide
why are the things that have no death
beside a stricken field
see the tentative
within my hand i hold
why so sad my lovely one?
i have come into the desert because my soul is athirst
the light withdrawn
often i think of the beautiful town

 



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