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sleep, gray brother of death
let us plant
since i have felt the sense of death
a poet, having taken the bridle off his tongue
darkest, strangest mystery
but alas, just dreams
over the river, on the hill
there is no flock, however watched and tended
she limps with halting painful pace
if i should die, think only this of me

 



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