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the darkness steals the forms of all the queens
in the dark and peace of my final bed
over the river they beckon to me
arched the flood
as a naked man i go
what shall we do now
the rain was over, and the brilliant air
tell me less or tell me more
i burn no incense
brief on a flying night
in his guarded tent
like eagles on up high
the pale day drowses on the western steep

 



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