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Ione, Dead the Long Year

Empty are the ways,
             Empty are the ways of this land
             And the flowers
                             Bend over with heavy heads.
             They bend in vain.
             Empty are the ways of this land
                                                           Where Ione
             Walked once, and now does not walk
             But seems like a person just gone.
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