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by the rude bridge
the meadow was creeping
when i was a boy at college
burly, dozing humble-bee
in the dark and peace of my final bed
storm
we break the glass whose sacred wine
it was the autumn of the year
brother, i am fire
since i have felt the sense of death

 



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