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if it
stern cold man
a storm is riding on the tide
therefore i may not
up from the south at break of day
still her gray rocks tower above the sea
wheel me down by the meadow
my soul is a dark ploughed field
good woman
they ask me where i've been
skies they were ashen and sober
the little pitiful, worn, laughing faces

 



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