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![]() ~ Keepsake Mill ~
Over the borders, a sin without pardon,
Here is the mill with the humming of thunder,
Sounds of the village grow stiller and stiller,
Years may go by, and the wheel in the river
Home from the Indies and home from the ocean,
You with the bean that I gave when we quarrelled,
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