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Marigolds were yours...
she slept beneath where the wisteria grew,
and woke with the blackbird's chorus...
I dreamed of wisteria -
she, of jasmine...
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Through the lanes and twixt the groves...
what bloody carnage
would love's labour cost but for...
Black bull stands steaming
in the daylight...
It wasn't wind or misty roads
That led me from your path...
have a party for me when I am gone,
happy in the knowledge that I...