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sun stepped down from his golden throne
two rows of cabbages
to come so soon to this imagined dark
i am singing to you
no prey am i of poor thoughts
in the dark and peace of my final bed
i go my way complacently
roses and gold
i burn no incense
all day to watch the blue wave curl and break
softly now the light of day

 



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