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Zamoscz

More precisely than I Remember the story he told Of a garden that grew By the fortress, he pictured The little gentile hunchback girl. A general’s daughter? Something like…
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Now

the last leaves on the trees leaking their slow reds and golds the workers sluggish in the fields who are you that I don’t know how to look away don’t…
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