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when freedom from her mountain height
i wonder where you live
were it not for that singular smell
i saw you hunched and shivering on the stones
do not grieve that it is over
over the river, on the hill
give me hunger
as a naked man i go
the sky
a pen of steel
muffled drum's sad roll has beat
woman much missed, how you call to me, call to me
now while my lips are living
from song and dream for ever gone

 



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