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Hunters
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The Boy Is Late Tonight Binding His Sheaves
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If You Should Come Tonight
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Walking Through The Town Last Night
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Sonnets: XIV. A While You Shared My Path And Solitude
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A Wreck
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O Lovely Shepherd Corydon, How Far
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You Are Very Far To-Night
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The Change Of Many Tides Has Swung The Flow
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Sonnets: XV. There Is A Void That Reason Can Not Face
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