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this ancient silver bowl of mine
my soul is a dark ploughed field
still her gray rocks tower above the sea
shades of night were falling fast
over the river they beckon to me
desolate and lone
three years ago today
my sorrow, when she's here with me
wheel me down by the meadow
i expect you
of sun nor stars
city that is not a city
could we but know

 



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