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in the dark and peace of my final bed
sweet splendor
among the smoke and fog of a december afternoon
i love to steal awhile away
i shake my hair in the wind of morning
a thousand silent years ago
let us plant
weak-winged is song
very well, you liberals
dark-eyed
tell me less or tell me more
this is the song of youth
why then, must we see?

 



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