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the agony of having too much power
behold me, in my chiffon, gauze and tinsel
a little peach in the orchard grew
out of the deep and the dark
just as my fingers on these keys
against the green flame of the hawthorn-tree
woman much missed, how you call to me, call to me
now while my lips are living
there are gains for all our losses

 



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