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be not angry with me
be not false
all those treasures that lie
glass-blower of time
i heard the wind all day
perhaps
i saw him once before
in new york harbor
little park that i pass through
i reside at table mountain
afraid no more, i say
while i stood listening, discreetly dumb
night is dark, and the winter winds

 



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