| In the rockbound pool |
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| Who'd have thought it? |
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| Is it always so bleak a sight? |
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| Written in Autumn When Spending the Night Near the Grave of His Wife |
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| The Leaves of the small oaks |
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| I've picked a grave site |
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| The Long-drawn-out autumn |
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| Seen, and yet not seen |
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| Deep in mountain caves |
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| Stark naked, / the men crowd forward |
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