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she must go back, she said
your body's motion is like music
i am fevered
rocked in the cradle of the deep
she limps with halting painful pace
in new york harbor
i stand in the cold gray weather
it was a tall young oysterman
we lay
i have to say good-night
in the cloud-gray mornings
i am singing to you

 



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