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it tells of good old times
i cannot always feel his greatness
at midnight
in the sphere
all within and all without me
my mother twines me roses wet with dew
you are clear
which keeps
those black eyes i once so praised
the sky
among the smoke and fog of a december afternoon
now that i have cooled to you

 



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