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In the old days of bitter faces
And cold eyes
I would go to the lone, large places, the hills
And the skies,
To the twilight of grey, great shadows
And bird cries.....
And shadows would hide me, and wind sighed
With my sighs
But you, my Jewess, having come, and gobe,
Whence can I bring my soul
When the winds but mock, and the shadows
Bring mirrors of thy soul?
Charles Donnelly
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