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for i was a gaunt, grave councillor
there is a country full of wine
i have cast the world
earth travails
do you think, my boy, when i put my arms around you
one with you
musing, between the sunset and the dark
gloom
do not grieve that it is over
some of the hurts you have cured
i was a goddess ere the marble found me
and so it goes
there was a strangeness on your lips

 



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