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wedding poem

this is the song of youth
high-born race
it was a tall young oysterman
soft as the bed in the earth
let us plant
the stars fell from heaven
my mother taught me that every night
i have heard that a certain princess
before the solemn bronze saint
i shake my hair in the wind of morning

 



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