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a poet, having taken the bridle off his tongue
and still they walked on
short and sweet, and we've come to the end of it
he came and took me by the hand
but i cannot read you now
desolate and lone
and my name is truthful
she has a clear, wind-sheltered loveliness
all down the years
skies they were ashen and sober

 



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