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softly now the light of day
since i have felt the sense of death
just now
thoughts through my head
beautiful
winged shadows sweeping by
i go my way complacently
last night the full moon laid a cloth of white
love me at last, or if you will not
do not grieve that it is over
there is a city, builded by no hand
and my name is truthful
fat black bucks in a wine-barrel room
i shake my hair in the wind of morning

 



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