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i went up and down the streets
i see all human wits
dark-eyed
mysterious night
melancholy, blue it was
there is no flock, however watched and tended
for truth, for love
if the red slayer think he slays
i have cast the world
i was a goddess ere the marble found me
lo! 'tis a gala night
before the solemn bronze saint

 



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