| The Leaves of the small oaks |
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| I've picked a grave site |
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| The Long-drawn-out autumn |
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| Even years ago / I thought of her |
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| Sleet rattles on the leaves |
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| As evening comes / the sea wind blows cold |
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| So cold the night |
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| Stark naked, / the men crowd forward |
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| Deafening noise! |
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| Soaked in sluices |
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