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My steps ploughed through this early wheat
The hands could grab what lies could meet
What eyes so swollen by the light that
Burned bright into the dawn... of the night.
The springbreak's wells sprang out of sight
A summerday's love outlived the lies
The autumleave fell upon thee
Who's lost - so deep within my stream.
