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if the red slayer think he slays
there was never a sound beside the wood but one
take my bracelets
which keeps
for these white arms about my neck
what shall we do now
we were not many
tell me not
rising moon has hid the stars
i heard the wind all day
i said, i have shut my heart
for truth, for love
rocked in the cradle of the deep
i burn no incense

 



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