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the window is nailed and boarded through which i saw the west
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elizabeth Veldon
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the window is nailed and boarded through which i saw the west
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their laughter a mist in my ears
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elizabeth Veldon
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the window is nailed and boarded through which i saw the west
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the road is under mild moss
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elizabeth Veldon
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the window is nailed and boarded through which i saw the west
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his eye will freeze in the wood
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elizabeth Veldon
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the window is nailed and boarded through which i saw the west
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