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i can not tell you now
a storm is riding on the tide
see, from this counterfeit of him
you are beautiful and faded
in the dark and peace of my final bed
splendid and terrible your love
i saw god. do you doubt it?
night is dark, and the winter winds
when sea-winds pierced our solitudes
those on the top say they know you, earth-they are liars
do you remember
often i think of the beautiful town

 



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