| She's dead—but in my grief |
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| The Mountain's stillness |
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| This morning, splendid breeze and sunlight |
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| My keepsake — / look at it and think of me |
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| Loving someone / who doesn't love you |
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| I dusted the bed |
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| On frost-filled nights |
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| Longing for my Stray Hawk |
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| On river flats, too |
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| Happiness is when / you wake up |
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