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what shall we do now
high-born race
i cannot always feel his greatness
a blue-black nubian plucking oranges
i had a dream and i awoke with it
the air is full of dawn and spring
candles toppling sideways in tomato cans
my mother taught me that every night
evidenced in the glimmer in your eyes
wheel me down by the meadow
woman much missed, how you call to me, call to me
days endeared to every muse
before the solemn bronze saint

 



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