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fat black bucks in a wine-barrel room
those black eyes i once so praised
why then, must we see?
my son is dead and i am going blind
be in me as the eternal moods
see i give myself to you
the little pitiful, worn, laughing faces
i was a goddess ere the marble found me
he'd even have his joke

 



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