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my son is dead and i am going blind
it tells of good old times
i expect you
when sea-winds pierced our solitudes
here lies a most beautiful lady
blossoms of babies
my mother twines me roses wet with dew
the darkness steals the forms of all the queens
calm as that second summer

 



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