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i never knew the earth had so much gold
since i have felt the sense of death
through the broad earth's aching breast
i am fevered
let me be sad
i expect you
i go my way complacently
a thin gray shadow on the edge of thought
and still they walked on
all those treasures that lie
i've won the race
i am weary of being bitter and weary of being wise

 



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