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if i should die, think only this of me
the mountains they are silent folk
the darkness
the lightning flashed, and lifted
mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam
the poets tell
since i have felt the sense of death
weak-winged is song
one with you
how like the stars are these white, nameless faces
god
see, they return

 



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