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when the oaken leaves that fall from the trees are green and spring up again
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with dust of gems and gold
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Aevylmar, MaggieoftheOwls |
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MaggieoftheOwls
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god have mercy on such as we
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Sandboxes
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Aevylmar, westwind |
89 |
by
Aevylmar
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all our pomp of yesterday
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a clash of arms contemporaneously remembered
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Aevylmar |
21 |
by
Aevylmar
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last night I did not understand
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a clash of arms contemporaneously remembered
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Aevylmar |
29 |
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Aevylmar
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