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Burying last years weeds
It seems to have no end,
does the fog impede ?
shadows, distant tempt;
gleaming shining shear,
folds a slumbering soil
waking moles and worms
burying last year’s weeds.
does the fog impede ?
shadows, distant tempt;
gleaming shining shear,
folds a slumbering soil
waking moles and worms
burying last year’s weeds.
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