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when night drifts along the streets of the city
how wild, how witch-like weird that life should be
hang no wreath
i saw him once before
gone before us
a little peach in the orchard grew
with lips blood red and heart of stone
doubtless i remember still
beautiful, tragical faces
from floor to ceiling

 



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