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my mother taught me that every night
beautiful, tragical faces
the saddest of the year
why then, must we see?
city that is not a city
therefore i may not
looking beyond
friend, whose smile has come to be
it was many and many a year ago
i stood
if i should die, think only this of me
daughters of time
in the cloud-gray mornings
at midnight

 



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