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when the hours of day are numbered
o fair and stately maid, whose eyes
my son is dead and i am going blind
on and on
skies they were ashen and sober
simplicity
a storm is riding on the tide
the agony of having too much power
and as we walked the grass was faintly stirred
arched the flood
why do

 



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