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he's gone
this ancient silver bowl of mine
i heard the wind all day
dark-eyed
on and on
i've won the race
no prey am i of poor thoughts
my soul is a dark ploughed field
when sea-winds pierced our solitudes
the body may confine
let us plant

 



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