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they ask me where i've been
like eagles on up high
i saw the first pear
the body may confine
city that is not a city
i have known the silence of the stars and of the sea
day is done
up from the south at break of day
in new york harbor
storm
dear wife
backward, turn backward
the little pitiful, worn, laughing faces

 



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