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the little pitiful, worn, laughing faces
the saddest of the year
that strange companion came on shuffling feet
i had a dream and i awoke with it
there are gains for all our losses
the air is like a butterfly
when the hours of day are numbered
my son is dead and i am going blind
let us pity those who are better off than we are
the long resounding marble corridors
in the sphere
death's nobility again
i had over-prepared the event

 



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