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bring me soft song
i see all human wits
little park that i pass through
no prey am i of poor thoughts
i flung my soul to the air like a falcon flying
short and sweet, and we've come to the end of it
the old songs
the single clenched fist lifted and ready
often i think of the beautiful town
what shall we do now
how wild, how witch-like weird that life should be
they ask me where i've been
a blue-black nubian plucking oranges

 



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