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they ask me where i've been
beneath my window in a city street
i am fevered
birds against the april wind
i am dying
up from the meadows rich with corn
i heard the wind all day
why then, must we see?
within my hand i hold
a very remarkable history this is
in new york harbor
sleep, gray brother of death

 



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