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three days i heard them grieve when i lay dead
never in all my life
i stood by the open casement
i make my shroud, but no one knows
no prey am i of poor thoughts
let me be sad
very well, you liberals
give me hunger
one with you
see i give myself to you
night was black and drear
do not turn your head
sad are they who know not love

 



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