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the long resounding marble corridors
storm
i saw the first pear
when i go back to earth
woman much missed, how you call to me, call to me
see, from this counterfeit of him
there was never a sound beside the wood but one
beneath my window in a city street
as evening falls
as it
the saddest of the year

 



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