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After he has given me grief that ran rampant, ran a rage I need mending, borrowing something something muted, something to settle blame on. I'll go to the lake, listen to the strong wind,
When you are gone I walk the hills in the changing robes of fog without letup, pick the last love-in-a-mist, tell my sadness to the careless eyes of dusk. When night falls, I hasp my windows fast against
October; when the last horse chestnuts fall, some still in their spiny green coats. You called me prickly, when I sulked last night. I fell out with this year, you know: I found grey hair, I put on weight,