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sorry poem

what was it the engines said
your body's motion is like music
a flying word from here and there
i saw you hunched and shivering on the stones
come down at dawn from windless hills
now for a brisk and cheerful fight
see the tentative
be not false
beautiful, tragical faces
which i wish to remark
and how could you dream of meeting

 



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