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melancholy, blue it was
she limps with halting painful pace
not from the whole wide world
in halls of sleep you wandered by
it was a tall young oysterman
i love my life, but not too well
your body's motion is like music
i heard the wind all day
babylon-where i go dreaming
so fallen
star-dust and vaporous light
my mother twines me roses wet with dew

 



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