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look back with longing eyes and know that i will follow
there is an hour of peaceful rest
as a naked man i go
death's nobility again
better than granite
the dawn was apple-green
dear wife
come down at dawn from windless hills
but alas, just dreams
why so sad my lovely one?
quietly, with reverance, in awe
it tells of good old times
had he and i but met
i burn no incense