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behold me, in my chiffon, gauze and tinsel
were it not for that singular smell
hang no wreath
moonlight deep and tender
shadows lay along broadway
blossoms of babies
burly, dozing humble-bee
come down at dawn from windless hills
eighty years have passed, and more
night was black and drear

 



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