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no winter farmno winter farm
so often broken scented with manure dark earth yields little without freight of pain not yellow tubers nor yet tasty grain that does not speak of what we must endure this simple purpose is the only cure beneath the moon our inner voice says plain for what ails most but there is no great gain nor ever hope that wisdom will come pure here light may sting and sun will leave a burn noon is not dark nor will we ever pine for the lost sweetness of the rising sap no children dance with joy at sunreturn nor old men feel the need for warming wine yet each must
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man o'war hillman o'war hill
we chose at last the path out of deep night through tangled vines and withes into clean air nothing we gained came to us just by right
what we'd been told was that the facts would bite each normal mind and send us to despair we chose at last the path out of deep night
not with relief but knowing that a fight would have to come and that no one would care nothing we gained came to us just by right
instead we seemed the victims of some spite from distant past inheritors of fear we chose at last the path out of deep night
although eac
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red leavesred leaves
down south you forget the ripening leaves and chilly mornings of bright october no matter for redly a dying time grieves
sunlight on water fair smiling deceives at dawn the frost shone hard on grass and clover down south you forget the ripening leaves
yet clock there remains the swiftest of thieves treating the same way both stayer and rover no matter for redly a dying time grieves
telling each young one that what he believes is false never true and patience is over down south you forget the ripening leaves
slowly to slaughter we
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villagervillager
forbear to throw more weight upon the ass since longer journey we must soon begin the copper coin that the lone guide shall spin no better guide through the hardest impasse since at the end there may be but rough grass and all our commons could turn out most thin still none of that our better hope's to win leaving our enemies in the morass the hardest victory is still the first when no experience is on our side but suffering so all we know is pain so we must say this has to be the worst in largest part just to protect our pride but also to account for
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