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have we no shame?
which keeps
looking beyond
when night drifts along the streets of the city
as a white candle
this ancient silver bowl of mine
our pleasant moments fly
see i give myself to you
i love my hour of wind and light
i am old and blind
full of tears
do not grieve that it is over
stir

 



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