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she might have known it in the earlier spring
i loved a woman
i am weary of being bitter and weary of being wise
i make my shroud, but no one knows
a sky that has never known sun, moon or stars
i saw you hunched and shivering on the stones
bring me soft song
woman much missed, how you call to me, call to me
what spiteful chance steals unawares
mysterious night
from song and dream for ever gone
in and of itself
the dawn was apple-green
day is done

 



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