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in and of itself
up to her chamber window
have you heard
i fill this cup
over the rooftops race the shadows of clouds
though i am little as all little things
he came and took me by the hand
i saw with open eyes
were it not for that singular smell
this ancient silver bowl of mine
the swan existing
did you ever hear of
babylon-where i go dreaming

 



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