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a look is but a ray
often i think of the beautiful town
last midnight
the smell of the rose so false, the thorns so true
to clothe the fiery thought
god
the old songs
they in the darkness gather and ask
world that changes under my hand
the single clenched fist lifted and ready
give me hunger
in may
a pen of steel
night was black and drear

 



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