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The woodcutter's axe begged for its handle from the tree.
The tree gave it.
72/
In my solitude of heart
I feel the sigh of this widowed evening
veiled with mist and r...
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71/
The woodcutter's axe begged for its handle from the tree.
The tree gave it.
72/
In my solitude of heart
I feel the sigh of this widowed evening
veiled with mist and r...