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where shall i find you
let us plant
the sun is up
soft as the bed in the earth
those black eyes i once so praised
and breaketh bread no more
a few more windy days
i loathed you
i stood
stern cold man
i saw the clouds among the hills
the little pitiful, worn, laughing faces
with the meek, brown eyes

 



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