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do you think, my boy, when i put my arms around you
for truth, for love
who will be naming the wind
how wild, how witch-like weird that life should be
love me at last, or if you will not
she limps with halting painful pace
with joy and wonder
storm
perhaps it is no matter that you died

 



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