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this is the ship of pearl
the darkness
my mother twines me roses wet with dew
shades of night were falling fast
this ancient silver bowl of mine
here falls no light
the pale day drowses on the western steep
pushing out, struggling vainly
now while my lips are living
since i have felt the sense of death

 



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