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i see all human wits
i stood
gone are the three, those sisters rare
short and sweet, and we've come to the end of it
some one complained to the master
this ancient silver bowl of mine
bring me soft song
gone before us
a bird sang
with joy and wonder
quietly, with reverance, in awe
if i should die, think only this of me

 



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