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my sorrow, when she's here with me
at dawn, he said
glooms of the live-oaks
my soul goes clad in gorgeous things
those on the top say they know you, earth-they are liars
lady, your heart has turned to dust
i go my way complacently
in your flight
what shall we do now
in an old chamber softly lit

 



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