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when night drifts along the streets of the city
very well, you liberals
woman much missed, how you call to me, call to me
pushing out, struggling vainly
when the veil from the eyes is lifted
in the dark and peace of my final bed
the stars fell from heaven
there is an hour of peaceful rest

 



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