Her sins they were forgiven her, or why do flowers run
Behind her, and the hedges all a-strengthening in the sun?
The wild thing ran from left to right and knew not which was which;
But the wild rose was above her when they found her in the ditch.
God pardon us, nor harden us - we did not see so clear
The night we went to Bannockburn by way of Brighton pier.
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