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the mountains they are silent folk
sweet with fern and rose
high walls and huge
now while my lips are living
at midnight
when sea-winds pierced our solitudes
could we but know
i am a woman
a flying word from here and there
the stars fell from heaven
hang no wreath
when night drifts along the streets of the city
i loathed you

 



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