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we lay
long ago, in the young moonlight
tell me not
it is true that you say the gods are more use to you than fairies
sleep, gray brother of death
i loathed you
old wine to drink
the rain was over, and the brilliant air
noises that strive to tear
some one complained to the master
one sweetly solemn thought
i love my life, but not too well
let me move slowly through the street

 



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