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i can not tell you now
we break the glass whose sacred wine
how like the stars are these white, nameless faces
sleep sweetly in your humble graves
my sorrow, when she's here with me
the fragrance came
like him whose spirit in the blaze of noon
all my love for my sweet
in the cloud-gray mornings

 



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