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i never knew the earth had so much gold
within this lowly grave a conqueror lies
storm
hang no wreath
with her hair flaying wildly
risen from the dead
little park that i pass through
from floor to ceiling
be in me as the eternal moods
it tells of good old times
do you hear the rain?
one by one, like leaves from a tree

 



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