1875
6.48
17.ii.25
make a picture, you belong there
most of me
will be lost
certainly, I
have contributed
so easy to
imagine another town
there never
was a church
nothing named
after the tyrant, the bully
no dream is
ever told out
you go back
for me
for more, for
us
for the sake
of us all
a sweep of
meadows
the rain
sweeps green
no one is
eating the other here
sheep may
safely graze
this is
infallible time
our
surpassing
on our way
wherever we’ve
been
fated to wake
where we are
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