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and breaketh bread no more
and as we walked the grass was faintly stirred
i expect you
grieve not for the invisible
tell me
i think it just splendid
i see all human wits
a blue-black nubian plucking oranges
my mother taught me that every night
somewhere i read a strange, old, rusty tale
but alas, just dreams

 



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