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night was black and drear
pushing out, struggling vainly
they may talk of love in a cottage
had he and i but met
suddenly, out of dark and leafy ways
as evening falls
and breaketh bread no more
i am singing to you
i have come into the desert because my soul is athirst
hang no wreath
a pen of steel
from our hidden places

 



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