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in the dark and peace of my final bed
when i returned at sunset
like him whose spirit in the blaze of noon
i expect you
i have had one fear in my life
see the tentative
friend, whose smile has come to be
let me move slowly through the street
i saw the clouds among the hills
high-born race
i went up and down the streets
my true love from her pillow rose
night was black and drear

 



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