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the pale day drowses on the western steep
my soul goes clad in gorgeous things
now that i have cooled to you
he's gone
three days i heard them grieve when i lay dead
how wild, how witch-like weird that life should be
glooms of the live-oaks
thoughts through my head
stand here by my side
it tells of good old times
thou unrelenting past

 



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