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what do i owe to you
world that changes under my hand
there are three ways in which men take
i saw with open eyes
those on the top say they know you, earth-they are liars
the ships are lying in the bay
within this lowly grave a conqueror lies
green afternoon serene and bright
i heard the wind all day
she burst fierce wine

 



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