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the swan existing
have we no shame?
as a white candle
i am weary of being bitter and weary of being wise
the little pitiful, worn, laughing faces
better than granite
i have had one fear in my life
the darkness
under a spreading chestnut tree
how like the stars are these white, nameless faces

 



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