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somewhere i read a strange, old, rusty tale
the air is full of dawn and spring
calm as that second summer
the rain was over, and the brilliant air
do not turn your head
for truth, for love
if the red slayer think he slays
i despise my friends more than you
in the dark and peace of my final bed
god
blossoms of babies
i do not pray for peace

 



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