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i saw with open eyes
rising moon has hid the stars
old wine to drink
against the green flame of the hawthorn-tree
the little white prayers
from floor to ceiling
the snow whispers about me
what shall we do now
my son is dead and i am going blind
weak-winged is song
the little pitiful, worn, laughing faces
in september
stand here by my side

 



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