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if it
we were not many
they may talk of love in a cottage
the sky
often is it not so?
i make my shroud, but no one knows
give me
at midnight
a flying word from here and there
wheel me down by the meadow
i am a woman
when i looked into your eyes
i expect you
she limps with halting painful pace

 



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