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i am fevered
the air is like a butterfly
muffled drum's sad roll has beat
the mountains they are silent folk
of sun nor stars
city that is not a city
it was a tall young oysterman
the darkness rolls upward
though love repine, and reason chafe
when you come tonight

 



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