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night is dark, and the winter winds
grieve not for the invisible
when you come tonight
my mother twines me roses wet with dew
i am weary of being bitter and weary of being wise
simply speaking
but alas, just dreams
i said
which i wish to remark
among the mountains i wandered
arched the flood
she was a beauty in the days

 



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