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i said, i have shut my heart
when a deed is done for freedom
how wild, how witch-like weird that life should be
fat black bucks in a wine-barrel room
in halls of sleep you wandered by
moonlight deep and tender
are you alive?
for these white arms about my neck
two rows of cabbages
babylon-where i go dreaming

 



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