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shades of night were falling fast
your body's motion is like music
sadly speaking
mysterious night
there by the window in the old house
this is the song of youth
tell me not
woman much missed, how you call to me, call to me
world that changes under my hand
this ancient silver bowl of mine
all day to watch the blue wave curl and break
did you ever hear of
i heard the wind all day
somewhere i read a strange, old, rusty tale

 



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