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be not false
i am singing to you
fat black bucks in a wine-barrel room
somewhere i read a strange, old, rusty tale
you are my companion
and as we walked the grass was faintly stirred
still thirteen years
those black eyes i once so praised
you are clear
wrap the earth in cloudy weather
mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam
to some the fat gods

 



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