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some one complained to the master
the air is full of dawn and spring
he speaks not well
quietly, with reverance, in awe
daughter, thou art come to die
just now
the sky
winged shadows sweeping by
stern cold man
she must go back, she said
beside a stricken field
this is the song of youth
when i looked into your eyes

 



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