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never in all my life
at dawn, he said
sadly speaking
is there anybody there
do not turn your head
to what shall a woman liken her beloved
i have seen the proudest stars
in mournful numbers
what shall we do now
sleep, gray brother of death
if i had known how narrow a prison is love
among the smoke and fog of a december afternoon

 



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