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The Vow

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Where go I from this land I know only?
My back faces my own homes and people;
Reposing out beneath the branches glee
I have seen here the winds slowly ripple
Around the nicks and creases on plastered walls;
The eucalyptus silence of the python road
Winding round my cold but gay night strolls
Drawing maps of stars on the heaven shining broad;
My companions – cats and dogs on a street that
I played a kid, and grew and taught them glee;
I tell turns blind and places by smelling flat!
Why then walk from this land I know only?
“I will follow” had I vowed to a lifeless you,
O my dear! Its time to tell that I was true.
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