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this ancient silver bowl of mine
the single clenched fist lifted and ready
little park that i pass through
be not false
before the solemn bronze saint
sweet splendor
since, if you stood by my side today
wheel me down by the meadow
when i go back to earth
for i was a gaunt, grave councillor
roses and gold
often is it not so?

 



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