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Where Two Roads Meet Amid The Wood
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Tonight It Seems To Be The Same
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Bring Hemlock, Black As Cretan Cheese
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Sonnets: XIII. In Tireless March I Move From Sphere To Sphere
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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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