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the smell of the rose so false, the thorns so true
i wonder where you live
their beautiful hair
the mountains they are silent folk
the air is like a butterfly
i am fevered
there was a strangeness on your lips
death's nobility again
for i was a gaunt, grave councillor
in your arms was still delight
i am a woman

 



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