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what do i owe to you
we were not many
see i give myself to you
do i like it
wheel me down by the meadow
why then, must we see?
days endeared to every muse
i know not where
risen from the dead
i cannot always feel his greatness
sleep, gray brother of death
tell me less or tell me more

 



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