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i have come into the desert because my soul is athirst
therefore i may not
very well, you liberals
the meadow was creeping
winged shadows sweeping by
my mother twines me roses wet with dew
tell me
one sweetly solemn thought
against the green flame of the hawthorn-tree
i am fevered

 



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