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under the harvest moon
stern cold man
i saw you hunched and shivering on the stones
the long resounding marble corridors
a pen of steel
in the sphere
as evening falls
there is an hour of peaceful rest
what shall we do now
to be able to see every side of every question
a few more windy days
desolate and lone
splendid and terrible your love
if i should die, think only this of me

 



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