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often i think of the beautiful town
soft as the bed in the earth
do not turn your head
for then without
like him whose spirit in the blaze of noon
i saw god. do you doubt it?
let me be sad
last midnight
when freedom from her mountain height
no prey am i of poor thoughts
in your flight
there was a time in former years
among the smoke and fog of a december afternoon

 



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