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woman much missed, how you call to me, call to me
all those treasures that lie
the pale day drowses on the western steep
and so it goes
there was a strangeness on your lips
which keeps
a thin gray shadow on the edge of thought
this is the arsenal
have you not heard
from our hidden places

 



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