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melancholy, blue it was
there are gains for all our losses
the poets tell
i fill this cup
little gate was reached at last
though love repine, and reason chafe
i can not tell you now
into the silent land
which keeps
just as my fingers on these keys
this ancient silver bowl of mine
when, full of warm and eager love
i know what you're going to say

 



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