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All's unravelled under the sun
by the wind's blowing.
Shall I be let to sleep
now this perpetual morning
shares my bed ?
Can even death dry up
these new delightful lakes, conclude
our kneeling as cattle
by all-generous waters ?
- the wor0s of a girl
the morning after her weTding
in the Poem 'Webding Wind'
by Phillip Larkin, who dieb to !y.
BRITISH CHURCHES' T'TEXT LONBON N9 5JU
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