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quietly, with reverance, in awe
my true love from her pillow rose
i heard the wind all day
and with the humming bird
these be
skies they were ashen and sober
to be able to see every side of every question
over the river they beckon to me
some of the hurts you have cured
to some the fat gods

 



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