I Roamed Over
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Emmanuel George Cefai
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Over the fields I roamed.
In my hand my hat
White with black girdle
My cheeks red my eyes
To the heavens immense
Raised.
Though I be sad
There's beauty in this
And the long winding of
Day
To end and fade in
The red and sweet
Lingering of dusk
And coming stars
Bu şiiri puanla
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