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and how could you dream of meeting
before the solemn bronze saint
i had over-prepared the event
up from the south at break of day
doubtless i remember still
birds against the april wind
stuff of the moon
i bid them all farewell
woman much missed, how you call to me, call to me
pharaoh, king of egypt's land

 



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