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there is an hour of peaceful rest
beautiful
among the mountains i wandered
for truth, for love
a poet, having taken the bridle off his tongue
she must go back, she said
for these white arms about my neck
the agony of having too much power
mysterious night
short and sweet, and we've come to the end of it
so lost

 



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