| Sheath of spreading |
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| Though I know in time |
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| Deep in mountain caves |
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| As evening comes / the sea wind blows cold |
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| So cold the night |
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| Autumn, when even |
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| Reading a Letter from Home |
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| The Wind / that for a time blew so wildly |
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| In the path of the late sun |
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| In this world, / so many moments of pain |
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