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wedding poetry

when freedom from her mountain height
i make my shroud, but no one knows
it is true that you say the gods are more use to you than fairies
i am dying
be not false
you say you love me
you are clear
the agony of having too much power
i have to say good-night
let me move slowly through the street
gone before us
babylon-where i go dreaming

 



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