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now while my lips are living
hang no wreath
still thirteen years
she burst fierce wine
i am weary of being bitter and weary of being wise
the darkness steals the forms of all the queens
among the smoke and fog of a december afternoon
i loathed you
lo! 'tis a gala night
were it not for that singular smell
as it
our pleasant moments fly

 



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