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those black eyes i once so praised
i have cast the world
i burn no incense
now for a brisk and cheerful fight
this is the arsenal
it was a tall young oysterman
when i was broke in london
there was never a sound beside the wood but one
arched the flood
tripping up, falling down
my son is dead and i am going blind
a sky that has never known sun, moon or stars

 



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