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your body's motion is like music
god
under a spreading chestnut tree
so fallen
the meadow was creeping
beneath my window in a city street
how wild, how witch-like weird that life should be
he's gone
when you come tonight
i am a woman
green afternoon serene and bright
a very remarkable history this is
the smell of the rose so false, the thorns so true

 



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