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Mad Song

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The wild winds weep
And the night is a-cold;
Come hither, Sleep,
And my griefs infold:
But lo! the morning peeps
Over the eastern steeps,
And the rustling birds of dawn
The earth do scorn.

Lo! to the vault

Of paved heaven,
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Kayla nicole 21 May 2018

Beautiful

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* Sunprincess * 01 January 2016

............a wonderful write and penned very nicely ?

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Brian Jani 05 May 2014

Nice poem William

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Bob Dylan 24 January 2018

Hes dead idiot

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