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she was a beauty in the days
three days i heard them grieve when i lay dead
i said
out of the window a sea of green trees
among the smoke and fog of a december afternoon
the swan existing
old wine to drink
he's gone
and breaketh bread no more
the light withdrawn
under the harvest moon
before the solemn bronze saint
a very remarkable history this is
a look is but a ray

 



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