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through the broad earth's aching breast
the single clenched fist lifted and ready
love me at last, or if you will not
a poet, having taken the bridle off his tongue
since, if you stood by my side today
she said
but i cannot read you now
the old songs
under the harvest moon
a bird sang

 



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