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though i am little as all little things
like him whose spirit in the blaze of noon
in the cloud-gray mornings
full of tears
i reside at table mountain
i saw the clouds among the hills
sad are they who know not love
they ask me where i've been
where shall i find you
the meadow was creeping
see i give myself to you

 



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