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dark-eyed
my mother twines me roses wet with dew
here falls no light
sun stepped down from his golden throne
little gate was reached at last
so fallen
he'd even have his joke
like eagles on up high
there's one that i once loved so much
among the smoke and fog of a december afternoon
star-dust and vaporous light
in their ragged regimentals
roses and gold

 



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