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high-born race
earth travails
for these white arms about my neck
the poets tell
better than granite
storm
night is dark, and the winter winds
what was it the engines said
i am the wind that wavers
three days i heard them grieve when i lay dead
my sorrow, when she's here with me
as a white candle

 



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