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the smell of the rose so false, the thorns so true
under dusky laurel leaf
there are gains for all our losses
thoughts through my head
in your flight
who is the runner in the skies
there is a city, builded by no hand
dark-eyed
all those treasures that lie
the rain was over, and the brilliant air
winged shadows sweeping by

 



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