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84 At the River I met her at the river Nyarushangu bursting to the sea Young she was, With teenage eyes, A pouting face And unforgiving beauty All accusatory But burning in innocence I am going under now And do not bother The years will pile on me into centuries And the falling leaves [18.225.209.95] Project MUSE (2024-04-25 18:22 GMT) ...

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