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gothic poetry

never in all my life
listen to the sounding sea
he's gone
i love my hour of wind and light
in his guarded tent
this is the arsenal
my mother twines me roses wet with dew
there were three in the meadow by the brook
there was a time in former years
now while my lips are living
let us express our baser passions
i burn no incense

 



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