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a storm is riding on the tide
passing through huddled and ugly walls
a look is but a ray
there are three ways in which men take
no prey am i of poor thoughts
in the dark and peace of my final bed
the snow whispers about me
when i go back to earth
babylon-where i go dreaming
i am fevered
full of tears
i have heard them in the night

 



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