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i saw with open eyes
i loved a woman
night is dark, and the winter winds
the rain was over, and the brilliant air
now while my lips are living
afraid no more, i say
this ancient silver bowl of mine
do not turn your head
master of human destinies am i
in his guarded tent

 



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