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The Miller |
| [Introduction]
The Miller Walking up the hill Along the river Reminding me the mill And the miller Whose hairs grew white And two great eyes light Glistered fully bright Seeing the whole world right With a long lengthy beard Dusted with wisdom well reared By a heart revered Trusted for good well geared Beloved for its kindness And a vast love boundless Amidst a soul immense Cloaked in an earthy fence Whose lost memory’s now Amongst the rust mill’s row |
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