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i am a woman
up to her chamber window
i cannot always feel his greatness
there are gains for all our losses
gone before us
it was the autumn of the year
we who stood
the endless, foolish merriment of stars
little gate was reached at last
from our hidden places
the darkness steals the forms of all the queens
i expect you
at midnight

 



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