THE CROP OF OATS
at the moment, the garden swelled like a flood
yet her own love is now full
you were perceived at the imagination!
our failure of truth and bit of briony
the corner was cautiously stated
alas, the way of art might know something
into the hands of girls, we pretend to the courage
busy, old, calling, yet quite unknown
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