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he speaks not well
i fill this cup
the ships are lying in the bay
i saw the clouds among the hills
the endless, foolish merriment of stars
i make my shroud, but no one knows
i flung my soul to the air like a falcon flying
beneath my window in a city street
up and down he goes
the little white prayers
i said, i have shut my heart

 



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