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i have heard them in the night
i love my hour of wind and light
winged shadows sweeping by
beautiful, tragical faces
mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam
in an old chamber softly lit
out of the deep and the dark
woman much missed, how you call to me, call to me

 



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