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He Thinks of His Past Greatness when a Part of the Constellations of Heaven
| I have drunk ale from the Country of the Young | | And weep because I know all things now: | | I have been
a hazel-tree, and they hung | | The Pilot Star and the Crooked Plough | | Among my leaves in times out of
mind: | | I became a rush that horses tread: | | I became a man, a hater of the wind, | | Knowing one, out of
all things, alone, that his head | | May not lie on the breast nor his lips on the hair | | Of the woman that he
loves, until he dies. | | O beast of the wilderness, bird of the air, | | Must I endure your amorous cries? |
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By PanEris
using Melati.
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