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to think to sew to watch the poppies row boy row as they go I stay not left alone to mind but yet untouched by summer's grace at home with winter's wind in time I know now why they cried how the sweet songs and lullabies undefined met their demise with deathly shine and hallowed be thine nameless kind I see why we believe that trees and groves pass the soul across bold winds oh I know shadows grow have no fear there's no hope left here my dear it's clear fate is not a test of time that stands at the brink of sudden destitute compromise sublime I sigh if only this world were mine