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Genevieve Taggard

      The tree we lay under
      The thunder, the thunder
      Of my heart, and your wonder
      And our weeping...

    Now we are old, we are worn, we are weary of sleeping;
    There's an end to all sorrow, there must be an end to our weeping:
    Come with me, run with me, find with me, laughing and leaping --

      The tree we lay under,
      The thunder, the thunder
      Of my heart, and your wonder --
      And our weeping.


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And, finally succumbing to the Macedonian Maggler... me reading it.

Now I must leave forever and never dare show my face round these parts again.

 

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