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The stone lay there like a mountainand we sat here a weary bunchwomen, men, young, oldall linked togetherat the ankles, by a …
The stone lay there like a mountainand we sat here a weary bunchwomen, men, young, oldall linked togetherat the ankles, by a …
The cloud with its cold damp skinHas embraced the sky tightly; The leafless orchardIs alone day and nightWith his pure and sad …