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i have heard them in the night
through the broad earth's aching breast
if the red slayer think he slays
i have come into the desert because my soul is athirst
there's one that i once loved so much
to come so soon to this imagined dark
melancholy days have come
i am weary of being bitter and weary of being wise

 



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