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why do
fat black bucks in a wine-barrel room
my soul goes clad in gorgeous things
i do not pray for peace
he speaks not well
i go my way complacently
when sea-winds pierced our solitudes
i bid them all farewell
from floor to ceiling
under the harvest moon
my sorrow, when she's here with me

 



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