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night was black and drear
where shall i find you
in all things not spoken of
do not turn your head
i am fevered
i have known the silence of the stars and of the sea
there is a city, builded by no hand
these hearts were woven of human joys and cares
musing, between the sunset and the dark
had he and i but met
candles toppling sideways in tomato cans
they ask me where i've been

 



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