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gloom
my true love from her pillow rose
come down at dawn from windless hills
it was the autumn of the year
shadows lay along broadway
i am weary of being bitter and weary of being wise
this ancient silver bowl of mine
sadly speaking
better than granite
i am fevered
how like the stars are these white, nameless faces

 



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