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winged shadows sweeping by
with lips blood red and heart of stone
they ask me where i've been
simply speaking
i love to steal awhile away
the ancient songs
be not false
in your flight
in the cloud-gray mornings
with her hair flaying wildly
i have heard them in the night
which keeps
i am weary of being bitter and weary of being wise

 



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