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i saw the clouds among the hills
still thirteen years
backward, turn backward
he came and took me by the hand
high walls and huge
beautiful
do you think, my boy, when i put my arms around you
the snow whispers about me
i saw you hunched and shivering on the stones
stern cold man
the darkness steals the forms of all the queens
my son is dead and i am going blind

 



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