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when i returned at sunset
by the shore, by the sea
rocked in the cradle of the deep
when you come tonight
calm as that second summer
the single clenched fist lifted and ready
glooms of the live-oaks
they in the darkness gather and ask
woman much missed, how you call to me, call to me
this is the arsenal
if i should die, think only this of me

 



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