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awful truths these be
weak-winged is song
let me move slowly through the street
simply speaking
it was a tall young oysterman
i was a goddess ere the marble found me
what shall we do now
if it
three days i heard them grieve when i lay dead
there is no escape by the river
blossoms of babies

 



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