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there is an hour of peaceful rest
the sky
if i should die, think only this of me
tripping up, falling down
i am dying
desolate and lone
i stood
the endless, foolish merriment of stars
sing again the song you sung
if i had known how narrow a prison is love
be not false
my soul is a dark ploughed field

 



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