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who loves the rain
i love to steal awhile away
against the green flame of the hawthorn-tree
when i returned at sunset
often i think of the beautiful town
a mist was driving down
when i was broke in london
last midnight
the agony of having too much power
melancholy days have come
along the banks
i saw him once before
the meadow was creeping

 



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