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in the dark and peace of my final bed
quietly, with reverance, in awe
birds against the april wind
look out upon the stars, my love
a gleam of gold in gloom and gray
there is a country full of wine
we break the glass whose sacred wine
how wild, how witch-like weird that life should be
pushing out, struggling vainly

 



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