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i have known the silence of the stars and of the sea
sun stepped down from his golden throne
two rows of cabbages
beneath my window in a city street
there are gains for all our losses
when the hours of day are numbered
now while my lips are living
i have seen the proudest stars
sitting in his rocker waiting for your tea
how wild, how witch-like weird that life should be
could we but know

 



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